If Metias joined the Patriots, he'd be a Hacker too. If he were alive.
Maybe his nightmare had been about me.
Well enough,” I reply. “Remember, you’re drunk. And happy. You’re supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little more.” Day plasters a giant artificial smile on his face. As charming as ever. “Aw, come on, sweetheart. I tho...
I want to run. To do what I always do, have always done, for the last five years of my life. Escape, flee into the shadows. But this time, I stand my ground. I'm tired of running.
Few people ever kill for the right reasons.
Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.
I'd gotten someone killed. The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.
All they're going to see is a wealthy man who has no idea how to heal their suffering.
You risked an awful lot for someone you hardly know.' I narrow my eyes. 'THAT doesn't say much about your character. Perhaps you should wait until someone's about to be executed for a mistake YOU made.
