TWENTY-TWO
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Devon wasn’t afraid, though she felt the tension rise in the men at the foot of the stairs. “This is my house, you will listen to what I have to say,” she said. “The Kindred care, and Zave put his life and his reputation on the line to go down there and hold these men to account. There are a dozen cartels with a hundred men in their ranks, maybe a thousand. Figuring out which one hurt Bronwyn is impossible. They don’t keep records, they don’t care about names and descriptions.”
“He didn’t fight harder,” Zara said, showing the same kind of passion that Devon felt. “He didn’t ask Raven to take down one man at a time. Didn’t ask us to kidnap and t*****e the bastards. He was happy coasting along because he didn’t have the stomach for revenge. He was happy chipping away,
