DARIUS POV
The alcohol Darius was gulping down his throat did nothing to alleviate the questions and thoughts racing through his mind.
Grumbling angrily as he took another swallow, the rough taste of the whiskey slammed down his throat, and it caused him to cough slightly.
Rocky stood alongside him, talking about the aftermath of the fight they had yesterday, and while he appeared to be listening, Darius knew his mind was elsewhere.
"What about the guard who was injured?" Darius suddenly blurted out, his first words since Rocky started his reporting.
His brows wrinkled as he remembered Brielle's request earlier.
The guard had been kind to her, and he'd even been against whatever her captor had done to her.
He had even released her when the mansion was under assault, and according to Brielle, she owed him her life.
‘How ridiculous.' Darius scoffed as his thoughts continued spiraling.