Levi's POV
The drink burned my throat, but it didn't stop the pain in my chest. I poured another glass, watching the golden liquid swirl before I swallowed it down. The room was dark. The firelight flickered weakly on the walls. The bottle beside me was half-empty, just like I felt inside. My thoughts were heavy, slow, full of guilt and worry that I couldn't drown no matter how much I drank.
Louis's voice broke the silence. "You really think this will fix things?"
I didn't look at him. My voice came out rough. "It keeps her alive."
"Barely," he said, stepping closer. "You think she'll thank you for this? You think she'll smile and say 'thank you, Levi, for sending Lennox away'? No. She'll hate you for it."
I slammed my glass down so hard it rattled on the table. "Then let her hate me!" I shouted. "At least she'll still be alive to do it!"
