The day had been absolutely worthless. As usual. Really, Alec was beginning to wonder why he even bothered.

What Armand had been through last night was brutal. Yeah, so maybe he'd been a little insensitive, but like hell he was going to admit that. Snorting, he changed into his own clothes rather than the Institute's uniform, took his pillowcase of painkillers (just in case), knife, flashlight, and radio, then left.

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