Gaps in the Armor

Kaelen

The Onyx Lounge smelled of leather and bourbon. This wasn't a place people came to be seen; it was a spot for those who already owned enough of the world to skip the audience. Low lighting left dark shadows across the black stone bar top, where the amber liquid in our glasses reflected the overhead fixtures.

I sat back, my hand resting loosely around a glass of neat Macallan 25, watching Va