COLT
I forgot how much I hated this house. It makes me think. And thinking is dangerous. I sink into the chair by the window, elbow braced against the armrest, thumb pressed to my temple. The documents are still on the desk behind me, but I don’t turn around. I don’t need to. I already know what’s in them. Theodus. The drug. The Alpha King. Pieces of a puzzle I never wanted to play.
Victor used to say power wasn’t about strength. It was about who could wait the longest before making a move. Who could sit in a room like this, across from a man who wanted them dead, and smile. Who could let themselves bleed and still make their opponent think they were losing.
I learned that lesson too well.
But patience was never my strong suit. I was twelve the first time I saw Victor kill a man.
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