Chapter 8He lied to me about desire
He lied to me about his love
And when I thought we could go higher
The closer I came the harder he shoved
I fell into the fire
Onto the pyre
A martyr to love
So now comes ice
And not desire
Don’t think twice
I’m out of love
Don’t think twice
I’m a liar
A martyr to love
And desire
I can’t live without his love
—Milo Stamis, “Dearest Liar,” Words without Music
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Directly after Liam left, Milo slammed into the office to call Sam.
“Sam—”
“You did something stupid, didn’t you?”
“If you mean throwing that little bastard out with the trash, then yes I did. I found two packets of cocaine, one in the bathroom at the house and the other in his guitar case. I also saw him cozying up to Danny Hobbs, and so did others. I’ve had enough. I’m
