Chapter 102

• Brayden’s fingers trembled around the phone as Desmond’s voice slithered into his ears like a venomous snake. His breath came in ragged bursts, his heart pounding like a war drum.
• “You should be thanking me, Brayden,” Desmond’s tone was almost amused, a sick enjoyment laced into his words.
• “You’ve been mourning ashes that don’t even belong to your wife and daughter. The ones I sent off to the afterlife were nothing more than reporters and policemen who thought they had the guts to capture me.”