The heavy doors were kicked in and law enforcement flooded the space with lights and drawn weapons, and Harlan came through right behind them, calm, scanning the room until he found the two of us and let out a breath.

Lachlan didn’t run.

He stood frozen as agents cuffed his men, and then he turned his head and looked at me with something broken in his eyes.

“You destroyed my life, Vesper,” he whispered.

I shook my head.

“No, Lachlan.