Rose
It’s late in the night when the twins come to the new place. They find me by the bar area with a glass of Bacardi.
Lucious is the first to stop in his tracks. His clothes look clean, and Lysander stops right after. His white dress shirt is wrinkled and bloody. My eyes inspect more, and his black pants have darker patches.
I raise a brow and he shrugs, “Was doing some background work.” He says casually, like it’s no big deal that he showed up with bloody clothes.
I inhale, “Whose blood is it?”
He smells of a mixture of familiar scents that belong to women I can’t quite place faces to.
“Just some people you shouldn’t worry about.” He answers, leaving the room.
“We had to come back a little earlier than expected. Where is Joey?”
“Sleeping as expected,” I roll my eyes.
“You don’t
