RoshanFor a moment, I thought maybe he was finally doing what I’d begged him to do.Let go.The girlwhoever the hell she was…had walked into our lives like smoke. Slipped through our fingers just as fast. And Ridwan? He hadn’t been the same since. He didn’t eat much. Didn’t speak. Walked like he was being followed by ghosts. She’d done something to him.And now? He’d called for company.A woman, sleek and shapely, all lips and laughter and perfume meant to make men forget.I leaned back in the old leather chair in the living room, an open bottle of whiskey on the table, a half-smoked cigar curling lazily between my fingers. The records in front of me…births, patrol rotations, flagged pack alliances…were untouched. I had every intention of reading them. Needed to, actually. We were getting closer to Lynda, I could feel it. We had data, whispers, trails. And yet, here I was, sipping in silence, hoping my brother would finally put that damn girl behind him.But then I heard it.Click.
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