Date = 25 June
Place = San Francisco (Inferno parking / On the road)
POV - Enrique
I swallow back the bile. Who does this voice belong to? Can it really be Graham?
“If that’s all,” my twin says like a death sentence, like he’s already dug the grave, “We have things to do.”
“Wait.” The voice is quiet — too quiet — the kind of quiet that makes your skin crawl, because silence is where monsters live.
“I know almost everything about you … except what I need to know,” he laughs — not with humor, but with that sick, twisted sound people make when pain’s the only thing left.
Axel grits his teeth, “You don’t know s**t about us!” He lost his cool.
The voice answers it with a laugh so cold, so wrong, it curdles the air in the car. “Oh, I know … every person you shag … every move you make … e
