Chapter 33

Charon stood there with his mouth open. “Harris, wait, nothing happened between—”

“Fuck you!” Harris wouldn’t hear another word and he ran off, bolting for the door, then down the stairs. He exited the club like a gust of wind. Outside, he walked fast, with his head down, fighting back tears of rage and pain.

Charon had been with Pallas. With Jude. Had Jude known who Charon was?

Walking through the night, Harris’s hurt feelings surged inside him, and he felt he could do something destructive to himself in this moment. The darkness and insecurity smothered him—hot and suffocating—and he struggled to breathe, to think.

When he came upon the bridge, he stopped and walked under it for a few minutes, his heart beating too fast and his mind speeding even faster. Then he stood in the shadows against a pillar and instinctively dialed Reshone’s phone number. He didn’t trust himself to be alone right now. He could feel a black-out coming.

She answered quickly. “Hey, boss. What’s up?”