Annalise’s POV.
The hotel room door closes behind with a gentle click as Kane pulls me into the suite he’s been using as an office during the games. Twirling, he lifts me into his arms, his face alight with true joy. We’ve been working so hard these last four years to bring the Crimson Sky Pack to their knees.
We knew they were shady, we just needed to prove it.
And Goddess help me, my ex was just conniving and self-centered enough that we didn’t even need to lay a trap for him to fall into his own mess.
A terrible, tragic mess. “I just wish this could have happened another way,” I admit out loud, my joy deflating as I think of all the people who were hurt in the process. All those sick athletes. The two men who died. My son. I almost lost Theo because Logan is a sick, corrupt, bast
