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I called for Griff through our bond, but he’d found a way to block the mental link. I tried looking for him, but all the staff I encountered repeated the same message. Word had spread that I was their alpha’s murderer, and everybody wanted me out, including Griff. That, and the fact that he had told me to get out of his sight, told me it was time to leave the island.

Hours later, I returned to London in a haze. The part of me that should have fought for Griff was crushed beneath a barrage of blame. Even if I could push through the guilt, I’d had no words to convince him to forgive my brutality.

The sun had already set by the time the Shuttle pulled into Embankment Pier. I trudged out of my room down the black-and-white hallway and toward the exit, where a stream of passengers had already formed a line.

The doors opened up to a glass walkway that offered an enhanced view of our surroundings. Further up along the river, the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben loomed from one side of Westmi