Chapter 10
Sam brought Ian’s whiskey around, and even though it was chilled from the cold air outside, Ian still stuck the two bottles into a bucket he filled with ice from the cooler down the hall. Opening one bottle, Ian poured a tall glass of the amber liquid, watching the way it ate into the ice cubes, listening as they cracked around the warm alcohol. He sipped at the drink, savoring its searing flavor, its acrid undertaste, the rich and heady scent catching the breath in the back of his throat and burning a path down to his stomach, where it curled like the smoke of a dragon in the pit of his belly, waiting to be exhaled.
Running his tongue over his lips, the whiskey lingering like dark chocolate in his mouth, rich and full and almost edible, he walked over to the window and pulled
