Chapter Eighty Nine: Too Many Secrets and The Past. “You know, Zhedya…” Ian started, his voice quiet in the dark bedroom. He needed to ask about the name, about the look on his sister’s face. But Zhedya didn’t let him finish. He pulled Ian closer, his arm like a steel band. “Shh,” he murmured, his lips against Ian’s temple. “Ignore Linnea. She’s always been dramatic and jealous. We’ve never gotten along.” He kissed the spot softly. “I would never do anything to hurt you, baby.You have to believe that.” “But the name,” Ian pressed, pushing against his chest to look at him. He wasn’t backing down this time. “Why is it so different from the one you use? Why did she call you that?” Zhedya sighed, a heavy sound like he was carrying the world. He looked away, his handsome face shadowed in the moonlight. “When I was eighteen,” he began, his voice low and rough, “I joined the military. Special forces. We did… terrible things. In places like Iraq, Afghanistan.” He paused, swallowing
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