LUCAThe room still smelled like gunpowder. It was acrid, and sharp enough that each breath burned the back of my throat. My gun was heavy in my hand, heavier than Marco’s body, sprawled across the floor. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, wide open, glassy, like even death had caught him by surprise.I couldn’t stop staring at the blood slick spreading under him, dark as oil, sticky against the concrete. My chest was a knot of adrenaline and something darker, something close to relief.I had pulled the trigger, and he was gone.Alvez didn’t move at first. He stood still, shoulders rising and falling with uneven breaths, his eyes fixed on Marco’s corpse. Then his jaw twitched, and a crooked grin crept over his face.“You finally grew some balls,” he said, like he was daring me to flinch.The laugh that almost rose in my throat died there, dry and brittle. My throat was too raw, too full of anger to laugh at anything. There were too many revelations. How did I tell Alina th
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