Chapter 164
- THERON POV
- I had just stepped into my hotel room in Paris when Lazaro called. Even before answering, a knot twisted in my gut I knew it was bad news.
- “I… I don’t know how to tell you this,” he began, hesitating. Lazaro wasn’t one to stumble over words he'd been trained to deliver information with precision and clarity. The fact that he faltered said everything.