RAFAEL
Dark days were ahead and there was a heavy, suffocating weight in the air. I had felt it before, in trauma bags, in operating rooms and in alleyways right before something went horribly wrong.
But this one? It was different, it felt like a war that was just beginning. One that would be deadly.
Zane had shown up at my place with a clenched jaw and eyes darker than I had ever seen them. He didn’t say any words, he just dropped a bloodied envelope on my table, and stared at me like the ground had shifted under his feet while his coat smelled of… blood? Did he kill someone else without telling me?
I didn’t question him though, I just opened the document and I saw one photo after the other.
And my mouth dropped open when I saw what was left of Lacoti. What the actual f**k?
No…
