Ezra suddenly woke up, from a deep sleep; When the events of the previous night erupted again, a wave of self condemnation swept over him.

Powerful brewing, pleasing light, Annabelle's intoxicating perfume - the pure and wild beast in it, which briefly got rid of his iron fist like self-control - was repulsed, leaving a dirty, bitter aftertaste.

He surrendered to the base, made a beastly call to his partner's relationship, and his actions were on the brink of drunkenness, committing ...