Knoxx’s Point of View
The bar’s almost empty by the time I order my third whiskey. The lights are dim, the air smells like old wood and regret, and the bartender is giving me that sideways glance like he wants to ask if I need a cab already. I don’t.
I swirl the glass slowly, watching the ice melt, then take a sip that burns all the way down. Still doesn’t feel like enough.
Why am I even here?
Right. Because I saw her today.
Caroline.
Laughing like that. Smiling like she hasn’t had a weight on her shoulders in years. Smiling like she wasn’t mine once. Like she hadn’t cried in my arms, slept in my bed, trusted me.
And the bastard beside her?
Adrian Wayne. Out of all people… why it had to be my brother?
Adjusting her coat collar like it was his damn right. And she didn’t even flinch. She leaned in, looked up at him with that soft little smile I didn’t even know s
