Chapter 32 : Taste of Victory - Well-Earned Iron

Cruz’s POV

Sweet victory. Does it have a taste? Would I even know the taste if I took a sip? I have had a lot of sips from a lot of drinks today, but nothing tastes as sweet as my triumph over Liliana earlier today.

Admittedly, spending an entire day drinking was probably not the most productive use of my time. After my argument with Liliana, all I wanted was a moment of peace.

I spent the majority of the day in my room, sipping on wine and other alcoholic beverages in my home when, at some point, I ran out. I am not sure when that happened. It seemed like I was typing away at some report or another when, all of a sudden, I was laying on the kitchen table staring at the ceiling.

Did I black out?

No.

It was just a gap of time missing from my active memory.

I know I probably need to stop drinking, but the sensation of carefree weightlessness is and always has been, forgive the pun, intoxicating.