Grace walked around the room, fidgeting with her glass of whiskey. The liquid inside seemed to provide a temporary solace, washing away the uncomfortable tension that saturated the air. It had been years since that night when she had walked in on Caesar and Sophia, entwined in a way that shattered her heart. She had hoped that time would heal her wounds, but being in the same room with them now, the pain resurfaced with a vengeance.

　　“This is bad for you,” Aiden said, ...