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“I cannot accept this!”
Kharem stood impassive as Garrick paced, in what had been Genna’s office. Little had changed—only the person behind the deck.
The chair on that side was pushed up against the wall—no, thrown back. When Kharem had entered, Garrick had been seated, but as he grew more animated he had leapt to his feet, the chair forced away with the backs of his legs.
He hadn’t offered Kharem a seat. Kharem imagined the look of apoplexy that would have shown on Garrick’s face if he had taken a chair. It would have reinforced the reality of their partnership.
Not that Garrick would have used that word, but still…
“She escaped from her own cell—okay, I can kind of accept that. Should’ve known the sneaky b***h would have something planned. But this? It…it makes n
