Nixon’s POV
"Miss me already, Christopher?"
I threw the question at the speaker screen, my thumb digging into the fabric of a silver silk tie. The mirror showed the dark circles under my eyes, but I forced a smirk anyway.
"Harmoni is dead," Christopher said. His voice came through the tiny speaker flat and dry, stripped of its usual mocking edge. "They cut his head off at dawn."
My fingers locked around the silk. I stared at my reflection, the fabric turning into a wrinkled knot between my knuckles. "Say that again."
"The Brown Reed Council executed him for s****l assault," Christopher muttered. I could hear the faint sound of traffic behind him, a reminder of the cheap city hotel I had stashed him in. "He tried to force himself on the Alpha’s daughter. Simone."
"Simone." The name ta
