"That's business," I replied with a small smile, enjoying their distress perhaps more than I should have. "Keep the readers hungry."
I turned back to the twins, who were watching me with matching expressions of amusement. "Shall we go? I'd like to see the territory while there's still daylight."
An hour later, we were driving along the winding road that separated Steel Fangs' territory from Graystone lands. Uncle Mateo sat beside me in the back seat, his presence a steadying influence as memories began to surface—some good, most painful.
"It's changed," he murmured as we crossed the invisible boundary. "Dominick never cared for maintaining the old ways."
I nodded, taking in the overgrown access roads and neglected boundary markers. Where the Steel territory was meticulously maintained,
