Chapter Twenty-Two

Harlow

I look at Beckett, terrified that what I’m fixing to tell him will change *everything* and not in a good way, and murmur, “I was going to ask for his help in getting out…”

“Out…” he says with a quirk of his brow, waiting for me to elaborate.

*Here goes nothing,* I think with a sigh, before finishing with, “Out of the game. Like you did with Prudence.” My entire body is trembling by the time