Lucas's Point of view

I hardly noticed the whiskey burning as it went down my throat.

I could see the packhouse in the distance, its imposing structure erect against the night sky, from where I was standing close to the window. Lily and Aiden were settling in and figuring out where they fit within Marcus's world inside those walls, the painful thought was that it was not mine.

The knowledge weighed heavily on my chest. I believed I had performed well in this game. I had arranged myself so that I would be there for Lily when she needed me, and I had made Aiden laugh when he felt like...