Chapter 47 Her Sweet Scent

Caspian I scanned the crowded room, my gaze drifting over the sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces. The charity gala was a blur of monotony, the endless chatter and clinking glasses a cacophony that threatened to consume me whole. I reached for the wine glass on my table, the cool liquid slipping down my throat as I downed it in one swift motion. The waiter, attentive as ever, refilled my glass without a word.