Chapter 26 Picking The Wrong Opponent

• James poured whiskey into a small glass already filled with ice cubes. With the glass in hand, he walked toward the window of his hotel room.
• One hand slipped into his pocket while the other held the glass. His gaze fell outside the window, taking in the bustling city at night.
• James inhaled the whiskey’s aroma, letting the chill of the ice flow through his fingers. His sharp eyes appeared calm, but his mind wandered, replaying Sirena’s voice from their recent phone call.