Chapter51 Looks like you’ve been thrown out

Maeve

Silas stood by the windows, white-gold cuff links flashing each time he tapped the glass.

He looked at the sea, at his whiskey, at Viktor smoking his cigar by the bar, at Gideon playing with his lighter, at Odette kneeling perfectly at his feet. Everywhere except at me.

I swallowed the bitt...

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