Chapter 77

• Happiness could be corrosive as acid, when you knew it wasn’t going to last. Happiness is like a poison when you have to be the one to end it.
• Viktor gripped the phone to his ear as he stared at the snowy Russian forest outside the window of the dark-walled study. Aldric voice was grating on the other end of the line. It was time for one last job with him.
• “So—the New Year’s Eve ball tonight? I am tired of waiting,” the man complained. "I've got nothing on me and I need the money as urgent as you can imagine."