CHAPTER 145

Nathan turned slowly, his eyes still lowered in deference, but inside, his mind raced. What now? He had nearly escaped, but Edward wasn’t about to let him go that easily.

Hastings and Sylvester exchanged amused glances, sensing that something more dramatic was about to unfold.

"Come here," Edward said, his voice was so cool but it was laced with poison. "Pour me a drink."

Nathan let out a small sigh of relief.

Hw called him back for just a drink?

In his mind he felt somehow that he was about to pour a drink for someone that should be bowing to him.

He decided to pour him a drink, it was a drink after all.

Very soon, Edward will be the one begging for a drink behind bars.

He walked toward the small bar cart at the side of the room, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze on his back. Everyone watched as he reached out for the bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid gleaming in the dim light.

The room was silent, the only sound the soft clink of glass as Nathan uncorked the bottle and po