Jaxon

I threw back some Advil and drank the rest of the whisky cup on my desk. Even though her suspicions had calmed, it didn't feel good to lie to Sara. An omission of the truth, I tried to remind myself. Manipulative conversations and the art of practiced silence had become a mastered skill while running the underworld. It never bothered me before. It just felt necessary to do what needed to be done. It kept me at a distance from people, but there had been no one ...