Chapter 78
Author: DISME
last update2026-03-11 23:26:07

Thomas Monroe looked smaller than Dominic remembered him.

It wasn’t physical. He was the same size he had always been, the same broad shoulders, the same deliberate posture of a man who had spent decades presenting himself as someone who had things under control. But something behind all of that had deflated, and what remained was just a man in a study with a gun on his desk and a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched in a while.

Celeste made a sound when she saw the gun. Not a word. Just a so
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