With an inscrutable expression, Nathaniel’s emerald orbs were affixed on the glass filled with untouched alcohol.

Gripping so firmly that a crack appeared as an indication that the same happened to his heart.

‘She shouldn’t have done it, she shouldn’t have killed him, she shouldn't have murdered my prisoner.’

Such words were roaming in his mind like a mantra.

Expectation of apprehension was foolish, he wouldn’t understand the unforeseen and abrupt change nor accept it.

Undeniably, he had been consumed by darkness.

And sitting beside him, his best friend smirked, finishing his drink in one go.

“So you threw her out? How insensitive of you, Boss,”

And one comment broke...