Lucian’s' POV

“Dig every damn city on this continent and the next one before I put a bullet through your skull!” I gripped the collar of one of my men.

Fools! I hurled the empty bottle against the wall after downing its contents in one go. I enjoyed the searing sensation of vodka trickling down my throat. It’s the sole bloody thing I can feel right now, apart from anger and desperation.

“Sire,” one of my men called out, fear coating his voice. I turned to face ...