Chapter 621

• Tedmond’s expression didn’t soften; if anything, his features settled into a mask of absolute indifference.
• He picked up his tablet and swiped through a list of blocked numbers, a digital graveyard of the people who had once dictated his every breath.
• “They already tried to call Tina,” Tedmond said, his voice a low, melodic baritone. “She is currently being transported to a place where her voice will never be heard again.”