ZyranWhen Luca asked me, I didn’t react. My face, as always, was a blank page. But inside, the world cracked open.We were in the back room of The Vault, the Kingsmen’s most secure lounge. The meeting was over. Cristian was pouring drinks, telling a loud, crude story. Lorenzo was checking his phone. Dante was just a shadow in the corner as always. Luca had pulled me aside, his usual charm replaced by a raw, desperate energy.“I need a favor, Vin. A big one.”I paused, but then continued sipping my bourbon.Luca wasn't known for asking for many Favors so it made me wonder what the matter was. Favors in their world were currency. I expected a request for some ammunition, for a strategic strike against a rival, for a problem to disappear, a strategy fo their next attack on those serpents. “It’s Myra.”The name was a live wire dropped into still water. I didn’t flinch. I took another slow sip, letting the burn ground him. “What about her?”Luca ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of pu
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