“I think you know why it couldn’t wait.” His uncle grunted, moving across the room to the pair of chairs where he held court with his network of agents and spies. He was as big as James was himself, though age had stooped his shoulders and grayed his hair. “It’s about the woman, I assume.” “Was it you?” Cormac sat in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him. “Yes.”
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