Chapter Seventy Four
Four blocks from his loft, Mal in his trench coat, sat on his haunches his back pressed against the brick wall of an alley filled with garbage, his face laced into his hands.
To say he was a shattered man, of course would have been to misunderstand his world, one that again resembled his old universe. One that always rotated around someone dying, usually someone he cared for.
That he was the axis for so much pain including his own, left little surprise in his crushed brain, yet he was Mal, an ex-soldier who had always escaped death while so many died around him because he was smart and above all he had always been lucky.
Feeling tears stuck in his eye sockets, he sniffed his grief and thought of her, the woman who had gawked at him like he had murdered that young g
