I dipped my head and turned to leave.

“Back out,” Kyros hissed.

Tears welled in my eyes. I blinked, forcing them down. I couldn’t leave things like this. Desperation clawed at my throat.

“The threat to Tommy’s life was immediate,” I said, my chest tightening as the stinging behind my eyes swelled. “The threat to the life of your siblings and father was not.”

His voice dripped with ice. “I saidget the fuck out.”

Facing him again, I dropped my head.

So I wouldn’t need to witness the decay of whatever messed up and beautiful bond we’d shared.

So the sight of his disgust couldn’t haunt my every waking moment for the rest of time.

Stooped, I shuffled backward from the chamber.

* * *

“I’m out,” I told the table surrounded by my grandmother’s friends.

They stared back at me.

It took two days to work up the courage to arrange this meeting. Since Kyros washed his hands of me, I’d thrown myself into estate work in a frenzy even Tommy couldn’t contain.

I’d failed my grandmother.

I’d failed these people who had fought the Vissimo every day for nearly three decades.

I’d failed Kyros and his family.

I’d failed the Indebted.

In another fifteen days, Kyros’s hatred of me would be sealed with the triggering of the end cascade.

“You’re out of what exactly?” Lady Treena asked.

“Level 66?” Dame Burke said, eyes sharp on me.

My mind never left my misery these days, so talking was nearly easy. “And their group.”

Mr Hothen swore.

“How?” Mrs Syrre whispered.

Sir Olythieu’s eyes narrowed. “They know?”

I shook my head. “Not about this group. I went about Sandra. It was past time.”

Turning to Mr Hothen, I closed my eyes. “F got to her first. I’m so sorry.”

Shock blanketed his features.

Without a word, he left the room.

“Poor woman,” Mrs Syrre said, dashing away a few tears.

Sandra Hoyt was just another person I’d failed. I’dpromisedshe would be okay. I was so determined to do right by her, but the rug was pulled from beneath me. The remaining triplets would have worked on her.