ALEXANDER
Her kitchen is cramped. she nudges me with her hip as she reaches for a clean mug, and I wonder how they ever fit three people in this place.
I shouldn’t be here.
My threats to Claude will be working their way back to my father if they haven’t reached him already.
I have no interest in taking them back, which means my window of escape is limited.
He’ll be gunning for me, and so will his associates.
I shouldn’t be here, I should be planning my exit, packing up the things I want to take with me.
But I still don’t want to leave her. Not even after everything she’s done. “I’ll be leaving London tomorrow night,” I tell her. “Any longer and the
chances I’ll make it out reduce dramatically.”
She tries to hide her fear as she stirs my coffee. It’s instant crap and it tastes bitt
