Lincoln~

I slammed the bourbon back, hoping the glass of fire would somehow quench the one inside of me.

…No fucking luck.

Next to me, Wilder did the same, growling as he set his glass back on his desk before rubbing his face with his hands. After we’d left Kenzie back downstairs, we’d both wordlessly come directly here, shut the door, and gone right for the bottle.

I reached for it again as Wilder groaned into his hands, pouring myself another splash before sinking back in my chair.

“That went too far.”

Wilder’s hands slid down his face, giving me a look.

“Oh, you fucking think so?”

“Goddamnit,” I muttered,...