“Let’s go,” I tell Iren and Jaxon, who—as usual—hasn’t said a word.
We mount our bikes and ride.
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The bar’s a mess when we arrive—but in a good way.
The brothers are fired up. We finally have a lead. Tension has been building for weeks, and now we can prepare.
War. We all knew it was coming.
Sherlock confirmed that the little brother, Yuri, is a pretty big deal—maybe not Pierce-big, but big enough to wage a full-blown war.
I take a sip from my beer, watching my brothers screw around and burn off steam. But I’m not really paying attention to them.
I’m scanning for someone else.
She’s not here.
The girl that’s been haunting my thoughts for far too long.
I set my beer down and head toward the stairs.
“Leaving already?” Devil slurs behind me.
I turn and lean against
