Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Five
Malachi's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Alicia. Always Alicia.
Even with Emily back from the dead. Even with threats piling up and operations demanding my attention. Even with everything falling apart around me, my mind kept going back to her.
Where was she? Was she safe? Did she think about me the way I thought about her?
Probably not. She'd heard those recordings. Heard me at my worst. She was probably scared of me now. Disgusted by me.
The thought made something twist in my chest.
I sat in my office staring at reports I wasn't reading. Emily's face kept replacing the words on the page. Her voice. The way she'd looked at me like I was something broken that couldn't be fixed.
Maybe she was right.
But I didn't have time to think about that now. I had two major problems and not enough resources to handle both.
Emily. Zhao Wei.
