Chapter 38 In The Spur Of The Moment
- At a first class lounge, waiting for Jason to arrive, Edmund was sipping from his ridiculously expensive, neat scotch, silently reprimanding himself for being such a major idiot. He always thought highly of himself, but the last events shook him off.
- Firstly, he failed to read into Moira’s facade. All that time, he was clueless. He was being fooled by a half-baked girl. Or was he the weak-minded one? She surely knew her game better than him.
- He loved her the way he would have loved a younger sister, but she stabbed him in the back and he never saw it coming.