Chapter 176: Sabrina, Abused

The moon hung like a silver platter, stars pricking the velvet sky. In the courtyard thick with the scent of blossoms, a gaunt, unkempt young man sat alone, knocking back drink after drink, swallowing his gloom one mouthful at a time. Moonlight poured over him, laying bare his drawn, dejected face, so that his whole body seemed steeped in loneliness. He was none other than Thomas Quatremane, heir to the Quatremane family. Gone was his old poise, gone the refined delight of sword practice. Ever...