SEVENTEEN
“JUST… GIVE ME A SECOND TO THINK…”
Styx turned to walk away, his hand going to the back of his neck as he crossed the room.
The anguish on her shoulders was one thing, it couldn’t be a great view from his position either. He and Daire were brothers, had been brothers. They believed in each other, or Styx had believed in him. Just like Harry witnessing the boy he loved as a son betraying him.
None of them were in enviable positions.
Giving her co-prisoner space might help him order his thoughts. Though she’d been out for God knew how long and he’d had all that time to come up with something. Maybe he hadn’t expected her to request murder. Who would?
Her attention wandered. Something behind the dresser caught her eye. Color. Brighter than elsewhere. Curious, she went over to
