Arthur was losing it. He was losing his sanity. The fire in the hearth crackled behind him but all he felt was cold. Cold fury that refused to leave since last night. Since he found out the ugly truth that slapped him in the face.

Her. It was her. She was her.

"Shit!" He cursed loudly, pacing his room like a wounded beast.

His hair was wild and messy, his eyes dark and bloodshot and his heart.... was drowning in rage.

He reached for a glass of whiskey on his table. Two bottles lay empty on ...