Chapter 8 · free to read
A distraction is only a lie you tell with fire. I lit theirs at the wrong end of the village and took the mangroves at a run.
Sixty families went into the mangroves with their children. Nobody in that village owed me a thing, and every one of them ran the right way.
He gave me the name in four seconds. Loyalty is thinner when the man you serve is not the one holding your face in the mud.
Ten years in London learning to be nobody's heir, and I took the wheel of a stolen fishing boat like it was a birthright.
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