DAMIAN
I’m standing atop the balcony which overlooks the main house, staring straight in one direction only; that one spot in the garden blackened with soot from the explosion. It’s hard to believe that she’s gone. The last living memory of Stelleza.
“How the hell did this happen?” It’s more of a question of deep reflection.
First, the anonymous text to watch my back, then the attempt on my life and now…Irina is dead. Burned to an unrecognizable char.
A hand clasps on my other shoulder, the one that’s free from bleeding. I trace the hand to find Zoran. Hair tousled and shirt rumpled.
“I’m sorry, bro.”
I just nod, because what more can I do? One thing I know for sure is that, when I get to the root of this madness, I will not spare anyone I find pulling the trigger.
“Where’s Ali
