A Drunken Visit

"Gideon, this is your fault." Dom ripped the tailored jacket off his broad shoulders and threw it blindly across the room. He unbuttoned his waistcoat with jerky movements. His jaw throbbed from clenching it for the past five solid hours.

He had just escaped the council chamber. The grandfather clock in the corner of his bedroom read a quarter past nine. It was the most infuriating session of hi