“We should go there,” I say, standing. Lex was right. This thing about keeping family revelations under lock and key? It’s bullshit. Secrets aren’t the kind of power I want. That’s Rufus’ MO. “Pauly,” Pace says the name like he’s testing it out, rolling it around his tongue. He crosses his arms over his chest, and then uncrosses them. “Well.” He crosses them again. “Fuck him.” Verity shoots Lex a stunned look. “What do you mean?” Pace’s jaw goes tight. “I mean he fucking left us to rot here, so he can rot in West End.” I watch, deflating as he storms off. When I turn my gaze to Lex, I raise an
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