Alejandro had already turned the alcohol into coffee. It was barely morning, and yet he was already at it, drinking as if trying to drown the weight of last week’s events. Leon, sitting nearby, simply observed him quietly, remembering how everything had gone wrong just days ago. After they had helped Hellion, Leon had stopped by Alejandro’s place, catching him in the middle of his early morning ritual, while Alejandro’s boss continued to rage uncontrollably at the mansion. “How many times do I have to tell you, Leon? No animals allowed here,” Alejandro muttered, his voice edged with frustration. Yet, no matter how much alcohol he drank, he didn’t feel drunk at all. By six in the morning, he had already gone through five cans of beer. Perhaps he thought drowning himself in alcohol would somehow erase the memory of what he had done to Erin, even if only for a few fleeting hours. Leon merely scoffed, unimpressed. He and Hellion were alike in some ways—pretending to be delicate, pre
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