Alternate story
Lagos
Sitting around the dining table, we all wait in silence for Zeldric to speak. Beni keeps huffing. It’s been four months since the explosion that cost him half his arm, the same explosion that killed my father. Screw him! I won’t miss him. What hurts me more is seeing my friend suffer—he's part of my family. He almost died because of that son of a b***h, and now he’s becoming a shadow of the man he once was.
“Brother, I don’t have all day. Are you going to tell us why you gathered us here or not?” Alex asks with his usual impatience and bravado.
I can sense Zeldric’s discomfort. I know he still doesn’t fully trust his older brother, but Jenkins’ intervention prevents another conflict from brewing between them.
“All in due time,” he mutters, casting him a warning g
