Thorn

I took a sip from my cup of wine and allowed myself to savor the taste. This wasn’t the first time I was having this wine, but for this victory, it tasted differently.

It tasted like heaven.

It tasted like triumph.

It tasted like freedom.

Moses walked in a few minutes later than I had called him.

“You are late, Moses. The party already begun,” I told him with a grin on my face.

Moses looked at the table in front of me; wine and cigars, and he looked back at me with surprise.

“Are ...