Killer didn’t respond at first. His eyes remained fixed on Devil, but his mind was racing. Something was off. It had been building ever since the wedding. Devil had been distant, erratic. Even his temper—normally controlled—was barely in check. The brothers had noticed. Nobody dared to confront him, but the whispers were growing louder.
“You think it’s Haru?” RT asked, stepping beside them. “She looked fine at the wedding, even after the scare. But now…”
“She's been too quiet,” Killer said, finally speaking. “And he’s falling apart.”
Meanwhile, Devil’s leg bounced restlessly. He kept checking his phone. The screen was dark—no new messages. Haru hadn’t texted him all day. Hadn’t called. And her eyes… the last time he saw her, they weren’t cold, but they weren’t warm either. They were det
