Page 74 of Dark Soul

Only a few days earlier, she’d thought of going away with him.

So naïve.

So stupid.

And she was angry. At herself and at him, for having made a fool of her, for having let her make a fool of herself.

“I was your way into Kvyat’s life. None of this … none of this was real. You let me think it was, but it wasn’t real. Did they pay you extra to have sex with me?” she said, and it was impossible to keep the pain from her voice.

Dark’s jaw clenched hard. “It wasn’t like that, Alexia. That's not why... that's not why I slept with you.”

She laughed darkly.

She knew that.

She'd been the one throwing herself at him.

“I’m not your problem anymore, Dark. Call me a cab, or get out of my way.”

* * *

Dark

“Are you okay, Dark?” Slate asked, his tone compassionate. They were back in the games room, sitting around that damn table tennis table once again.

If he closed his eyes, it was almost as if the previous night hadn’t happened. But it had happened.

Dark swallowed thickly. He had to stop worrying about Alexia. But to think of her back in Kvyat’s house … if the man suspected her of spying on him, he’d kill her.

And Dark couldn’t live with that.

No matter what happened, he couldn’t live with that.

His stomach felt like he’d swallowed an entire box of aspirin, and the acid was drilling through the walls.

Rogue handed him a cup, and he took it with shaking hands.

“Tea, with a splash of milk. Drink it.”

Dark didn’t understand why they were all being so kind to him, when he might have single-handedly fucked up the entire op.

“Thorne’s calling. Should I put him on speaker?” Rogue asked.

“Sure.”

No reason to delay the inevitable.

“What happened last night?” he asked without preamble.

Dark was about to respond when Ash stood up.

“We know who the fixer is. Are you sitting down, Thorne?”

Thorne’s face crinkled impatiently.

“Get on with it. Who is it?”

“Vincent Lemercier.”