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RAFAEL

The glass of whiskey sat in my hand as I twirled it around, unable to take a sip since I poured it out. There was a lot on my mind and I was trying to figure things out but none of them seemed to be aligning. My thoughts seemed to be all over the place and the more I tried to gather them and think straight, the worse it got. It seemed like I was moving from one problem to another and most of it was not even physical.

I had to deal with the fact that Hermes had sent Rachael after me, a move which I found to be a dastardly act. He could have sent anybody else to do the deed but knowing him, he did that just to prove a point. How poetic it would have been for him if the girl who I had tried to save all those years ago and one of the major reasons for my want of revenge was the one who pulled the trigger. Just the mere thought of it sent shivers running down my spine.

Getting into Hermes’s head was one thing I was exceptionally good at or rather I had become good at over the years.