COLT
It’s evening when we finally drag ourselves home after a day that felt like hell chewed us up and spit us back out.
For once—just once—I want a moment of peace. But no. That’s too much to ask, apparently. Because Amanda must love dragging us through the goddamn fire, throwing our lives into chaos like it’s some kind of sport to her.
My head is pounding, my arm is screaming, and if I don’t get a drink in the next five minutes, I might actually lose my mind.
And Luther—f*****g Luther.
He nearly got us killed.
Because he couldn’t keep his anger on a leash.
Because he decided that throwing himself into the fire was a good idea.
Are we really this f*****g stupid?
Is this what we’ve been reduced to? The Crescent Princes—nothing more than reckless animals, chasing ghosts, tearing o
