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Chapter 26
STEFAN'S POINT OF VIEW
The bourbon burned down my throat, a welcome fire against the cold emptiness spreading through my chest. I signaled the bartender for another. My fourth? Fifth? I'd lost count hours ago.
"You sure about that, buddy?" he asked, eyeing the empty glasses.
"Just pour the damn drink," I growled.
The alcohol couldn'