But this is a shitshow of epic proportions. A f*****g disaster in the making, really. I guess I should’ve expected it. When you’re born into a den of vipers like I was, there are tangled tails and venom aplenty everywhere you look. Working my way free was never going to be easy.
My rib gives a sudden pang, an internal punch vicious enough to rip the breath out of my lungs. It’s like a saw-toothed hook sinking into my nerves and yanking hard as f**k. I keep my face still, but only barely.
Afon notices. “Your side?” he asks.
He frowns, but he does. By the time he’s finished, the ocean of coffee in my stomach has turned to battery acid and my rib is on fire. “So turns out my boss is a bad dude, in bed with bad people, and Lukas wants him dead.”
“As dead as you can get him,” he agrees. “An
