He knew the voice in his head was right, but the worm of doubt kept working away in his gut. For six years he’d been a dupe. He’d swallowed Allison’s lies because he simply hadn’t believed that anyone was capable of that kind of deceit.
He knew differently now. People were weak. People said one thing and then did another. People made mistakes, then kept on making them, over and over. Was Cassandra immune from any of that? Was he? Wouldn’t he be exactly the same gormless i***t all over again if he simply sat back and let this happen?
Somehow, he’d found his way back to his street. The Ferrari was ahead, a screaming testament to Langtry’s success and desirability. What kind of a chance did Samael stand against a guy like that? How could he possibly compete?
There was so much adrenaline ch
