ZEUS

The whiskey burns as it goes down, but I welcome it. It’s the only kind of warmth I trust. Everything else; people, promises, bonds, is fickle. A distraction. A liability.

I sink deeper into the armchair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, watching the light fracture through it. The silence in my room is thick, like smoke after a war. The kind that settles after something destructive has already been set in motion.

And it has.

My plan.

Finally.

Falling into place.

It started weeks ago. The night I passed by Adrian’s room, and overheard him and Darian whispering like schoolboys trying to keep secrets from the headmaster....