Whiskey Lullaby

Julian's Point of View

Three days. That's how long she had been gone. Cold as ice. Pale as marble. Beautiful as an angel sent to me all those years ago. With her fiery temper and resolve of steel. Those flames within her soul had gone out, leaving this world colder than when she had come into it. Regret gnawed on my insides, tearing apart the parts of me that hated myself the most. I had lost her once, but that was nothing compared to this pain. This suffering.

Whiskey came in short coming. Even my staff knew to steer clear of my office. How could she have been gone? With her smile and tenacity to raise Cain. There was nothing in this world that could bring her back. Witches were long since dormant and I feared that even they wouldn't have been able to raise her from her eternal slumber.

Caspian had taken to his own room, leaving only to get another bottle of bourbon. We often met in the bar. Both looked as if we had seen better days. Those d