A soul-shattering shout filled the room, so loud it threatened to tear my skull in two.

It was Aimes, his scream filled with rage and betrayal and horror. On and on it went, and the sound was like a dagger in my chest, plunging in again and again.

I should've seen this coming. Connolly was absolutely the type of man who would kill his own son after he'd proved his usefulness and was no longer needed. He'd killed his own brother too.

Numbness crashed over me as I stared ...