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“It’s worse” Wickham placed the printout of the report emailed to him by the company’s cyber security division

What in hell could be worse than the world fucking Pippi’s life up just because she had been foolish enough to date him?

He reached for the printout and had his answer in just a few seconds

FUCK

It was an anonymously posted exposé about Astrid Jones’ affair with a married man and written in such a way that readers were old-digger According to the post, Dolph McTavish, a businesso, was a happily married man and father of three when he and Astrid happened to share the saht to Miami

It had every indication of being a paid character assassination, Acheron realized sickly, and even though his team only had preliuts were telling him was real

One way or another, this could and would be traced back to hiht in the crossfire

People who love us only end up getting hurt

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

The glass surface of Acheron’s desk shattered into pieces at the violently forceful crash of his fist, and Wickham flinched “Acheron—” Bleak dark eyes turned to his, and for one painfulAcheron back when he was sixteen, and the boy had no one in the world

“Aht,” Acheron said tonelessly

The olderhis head in protest “Don’t think like that—”

“There’s no other way to think about this,” Acheron gritted out “This is my fault, and it happened because I didn’t have the balls to let her go”

Pippi knocked on the door to Astrid’s rooaily calling her out to come in, but there was just silence, and she wanted to cry

My fault, she thought This is my fault

She tried the knob, and it turned easily under her fingers Stepping inside, she found the room dark and silent, the curtains drawn Astrid was a child of the sun, she loved the war like she no longer deserved to see the light of day