Callum wasn’t completely unaware of where he was going. He recognized the place as a kind of pub Ainsley had showed him earlier. He wasn’t sure how he was going to pay for his drinks, but the thought of losing himself in alcohol was a big enticement. He wanted to erase his mind completely—if there was any to erase.
Callum blinked his eyes, adjusting to the dim light inside. The place was quiet, practically empty. Perhaps it was too early. It wasn’t unlike other pubs he frequented—hah, he remembered that piece of information. The only thing this one apart from the ones he knew was the slow-moving, thick water around him. Callum hoped he wouldn’t get sick like when he shoveled food into his stomach. He gazed straight at the bartender. Now what could he say to get a free drink…
“Hello, gorg
