Chapter 172

Kane’s POV

I stare at the glass of whiskey in my hand, the liquid glowing amber by the light of the fire. What the fuck am I doing? Am I going to sit here and drink myself into oblivion, while my mate is out there, alone, afraid and for all I know in danger?

I twirl the glass in my hand, watching the crystal catch the light and cast rainbows on the floor. “Willow?” I try to connect with her again, even though I know it’s useless.

The unbearable silence from the other side is the worst kind of pain. With a roar, I throw the glass in the fire. The flames catch the alcohol, and with a whoosh consumes it glass and all. “Glenn?” I mind link with my chancellor, just to silence the deafening roar of nothingness from Willow. “Are you awake?”

“Yes.”

“What are you doing?” I ask, leaning against the mantel and staring into the flames.

“Walking.”

“You’re supposed to be resting.”

“You’re supposed to be drinking.”

Despite the fear gnawing at my gut, I chuckle. “Come to my parlour.”

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