11Cracking TeethSoren Huxford had slept in. He’d drunk a truckload of whiskey the previous night and taken the opportunity to sleep it off in the Turin apartment, rather than get up and face a hangover.
He rolled over in the empty bed, stretching out into the space that Tazia usually occupied, and ran his hand over the hollows she’d left on the pillow.
They’d had s*x here just two days ago. Her scent still permeated the bed and as he breathed it in, the events of the previous day slowly returned to him. The stroking gave way to thumping before he grabbed the pillow and threw it forcefully at the wall. It split on impact and white feathers swirled to the ground.
Head hammering, Soren hauled himself upright and sat on the side of the bed, gathering himself before taking the journey to the
