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Silas
“Silas! What the hell happened?” Grace sounded ready to lose her s**t over the phone.
Cell to his ear, Silas got a tumbler from his kitchen cabinet and hit the ice button on his fridge to fill it. “Where are you?” he asked, needing to check in with her before spilling the details about the attack.
“I’m at my friends—the police told me I couldn’t go home, that there was a break-in, that you killed him—what the f**k!”
“Calm down, Grace. I’m okay. Everything is going to be fine.” Silas poured Grey Goose into his waiting glass. “Get yourself a drink, and I’ll fill you in.”
His penthouse offered comfort, the best worldly possessions money could buy, and Silas stretched out on his couch, glancing over Boston’s skyline outside his living room’s massive picture windows.
Once Grace a
