Chapter 47

• Damian went it his room angrily and slammed the door. His breath was fast and heavy. He walked to his bed and lay down. He was probably overreacting. He took deep breaths and relaxed himself. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He was bigger than the flimsy feelings that were running wild in his head. He poured himself a shot of tequila and sat down in his chair. He was calmer and he began to think a little more cautiously about the events of the morning. He exhaled and soon realized that there was nothing to think about; he had simply been overreacting. Just as he was about to take a sip of his drink, there was a soft knock at his door.
• "Mr. Richards, should we bring breakfast to you?"
• Damian in his flurry of emotions had forgotten that he hadn't eaten. He demanded breakfast and put his drink down. He would drink after a proper meal. He paced around his room and finally stopped in front of the mirror. He looked himself over and frowned.