Larkin’s professional career dealt with damaged relationships every day. Abuse led to unhealthy complications with lust, money, and the pursuit of power. This in turn led to death. Every time. And the victim was always the last to know. Funny how Larkin knew this—knew all of this—and yet here he was, the last person in the room to realize his relationship had grown toxic as fuck, and he’d, maybe years ago, fallen out of love with Noah.
