Chapter 56
I threw myself into the arms of my London saviour. Sitting in the chair, a black suit over expensive shoes, he took my face in his hands and understood all the pain that emerged from it. “How did you find my little gift?” he said after a silence. Taken aback and not knowing what to say, I shook my head in incomprehension. I have no recollection of any gift unless it referred to Morgan’s death. Was that a gift? “I’m talking about our friend Gregory and your rival Naomi.” I frowned and then it was clear. I hadn’t had time to fully rejoice in his return when I sensed a change in his attitude. I took a step back when I realized with horror what his words meant. “Blake?” I stammered. My legs barely supported me as my eyes widened in fear. I went to sit on a chair and no longer dared raise
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