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CHAPTER 26 His Own Execution

Axle's POV

The whiskey glass dangled loosely from my fingers, empty for hours now. My knuckles were white from the way I clutched it, as if I held it long enough, it might offer absolution. But it didn't. Nothing would. Not after last night.

Katty's photograph lay face down on the desk.

I co...