Roman

I walked to the highboy and opened a rolltop, revealing a crystal decanter of bourbon. This hidden nook of a liquor cabinet had escaped my notice until our last visit to Molave Palace. “Drink?” I asked the senator.

Edwin Sutton stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he watched my every move. “It’s early.”

One shake of my head and I poured myself two fingers of the amber liquid. With the use of only one ...