Bane sat at his desk his head in his hands wondering how something that had started out so wonderful had gone so downhill over the past year. All he had tried to do and all that he had tried to change was unraveling and fast. He stood and walked around his office taking glances at the liquor cabinet; his mouth watering with desire and thirst. Just one drink, what would it hurt? No, no he was a changed man. He didn’t need alcohol. He turned his back on the cabinet, his mind full to overflowing with pain. At least he had Shaylon, she had been a trouper through all of this and had accepted his new self without rejecting him, but had he been privy to her private thoughts those first few weeks he would have felt very differently.