“I’ll have Agnes come and clean up.” Pierce steps toward the door to call in my housekeeper. “No,” I bark. “I’ll take care of it.” He pivots back to me. “What’s going on, Jacob? Aside from the fact that we’re heading back to New York.” There’s not a soul on this planet I trust more than the man standing across the room. He chose to exile himself with me seven years ago. Right after we slaughtered the enemy who hurt Francesca. He’s been my best friend our entire lives. “My father is dying.” Pierce moves to the chair opposite me. “What?” “It’s time for me to return and take my place as head of
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