Gear
Brix stood at the door, hand raised to knock, but hesitated. He shouldn’t have returned. He should have gone on to the caverns and carried out his plans. But, God help him, it was as if his heart had taken control of his body and steered him off the freeway to loop around and head back to the apartment.
It was only right she go with him. That she be with him until that moment when they had to part. Running away was a d**k move. A major d**k move. And it wasn’t who he was.
He reached for the doorknob to try to open it when he heard the scream. Throwing the door open, he stepped inside to see Brixton standing over Samra’s prone figure lying on the carpet. The man was too focused on her to be aware of someone standing behind him.
“You thought I was that other Brix, didn’t you? f*****
