At the elevator, she looked back at him.
“And one day, Greyson, you’ll have the same outcome because no man is honorable.NONE. I hope you remember this moment because the world is not black and white. It’s all kinds of gray.”
And with that, she headed back down to the morgue.
The whole time, Greyson watched her go.
And he felt vindicated.
The trash had taken itself out.
Once and for all.
Sasha Harper, AKA Daphne Carmichael was no longer his problem.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Damascus
The Rez
Callen’s Cabin
Friday Afternoon
Fortunately for him, he slept away most of the day. It had been a masterclass in hiding if he was honest with himself.
After arriving at Callen’s, Ethan Blackhawk had tucked himself under a blanket that smelled like home, and Callen, so that he could do what a coward did.
He hid from the world.
For him, in that moment, it was the only safe place he could find.
And that hurt.
He was spiraling, and in the middle of that free-fall, Blackhawk felt so alone.
When he arrived there, he’d been so scared that he didn’t know where to go.
What to do.
Who to see.
Who to hide from.
All he knew was that he needed to regroup, think this out, and figure out why he was so fucked up that this was a difficult decision.
One question plagued him.
Of all places to run to so he could escape, why didn’t he go home to Gene?
Then, those voices creeped in, and deep down, he knew the truth.
