Derek's POV.

　　I parked my car at the front of the bar and walked in, the dim lighting and loud music a welcome escape from my thoughts. Marrok wasn't there yet, so I ordered a vodka from the bartender and took a shot. I needed it to drive away the thoughts that had been haunting me all day.

　　Just as I was about to take another shot, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Marrok, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room before focusing on ...