CHAPTER 4
JACOB
After Sophie left, it didn't take me long for me to realize that partying was the last thing I felt like doing after that f**k-up of a reunion.
My bad mood was back, sinking into my senses like stone.
The folder Sophie delivered me was burning a hole in my hands from the moment she left, and I could feel the weight of it on my chest.
But more than that, I could feel the weight of her words.
The lithe brunette was lying. That much was true.
And I needed to figure out why.
Slapping a handful of bills on The Alchemist's bar and slipping out of the doors, I rushed back to my temporary rental, slinging my jacket on my couch and unsnapping my collar as I walked in, scratching behind the ears of my orange cat Amy, who was sitting by the fire.
Amy knew I was up to no good,
