“We need to ensure my sister’s safety.”
I had reached out to my uncle, and a few days later he arrived, telling me everything was prepared. We met at the house he had arranged for me. A “friend” of his had provided the place, keeping me out of the public eye.
“We will,” he assured.
“No, Uncle, you’re not understanding.”
He lounged in front of me on a couch, leaning back in a relaxed manner that unsettled me.
“We need to make sure she is protected,” I urged with greater intensity.
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. “We will,” he reiterated.
“Blaze and Sirrush might kill her.”
“They won’t. They won’t harm your brothers either. They are part of the arrangement, remember?”
“I know you see them as fools,” I said. “But they are still ruthless killers. Their hunger for pow
