Chapter Eight : The Obsidian Room

Camden slid onto the dark leather booth, the ice in his glass clinking against the crystal. He gripped the heavy tumbler of scotch, staring down at the amber liquid as if it held the answers to his sudden, dark mood. He took a long, burning swallow. The alcohol seared his throat, but it did nothing to cool the frustration simmering under his skin.

"That woman at the bar," Camden muttered, his voi