Chapter 68

Ozias' Point of View

The sun finally broke over the city of Eiecrunt. Rays slowly crept past the slumbering houses, engulfing everything in orange light. The birds outside chirped lazily. The world was still and peaceful. Calm before the storm. Before all hell would break loose.

I was already dressed in in my navy suit. Tie wrapped firmly around my neck. Dark tan leather belt and shoes. Sleeping in wasn't an option on a day like today. My nerves were frayed. Shot to hell by the possibility that we might be going to war. That Eugene might die at Ciaran's hands.

Walking to the living room, I found Ciaran already dressed and pressed. A cup of steaming coffee warmed his hands. Three more cups stood on the coffee table. Thankful for his thought process, I took on and drank deep. Alcohol burnt the back of my throat.

"Knew you would take that one. Thought you might need some more encouragement to tackle the day." He muttered, sipping fr