Xaden closed the door shut and took in a very deep breath before going back on his way.
He walked to his study and found his favorite bottle of wine.
It was a two hundred old bottle of wine he had never opened and left for special occasions.
This case was a special one.
He needed to clear his head because he was certain that he was about to lose his mind.
He didn't pour into a glass, but simply drank it from the bottle.
He leaned back in his chair and wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into.
He missed Eleanor.
She always knew what to do and she had always been right.
Remembering Eleanor brought chills to his spine and the way she had died.
The way he had ended with her. The awful things he had told her and how their final encounter had been before she died.
Eleanor had always had a soft spot to Jasmine.
Guilt enveloped him and he pushed the thought of Eleanor at the back of his mind .
He went back to his present predicament.
