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ZENYA’S POV. Steam clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, bare feet sinking into the cold marble like it owed me comfort. It didn’t. Nothing fucking did. I wiped a hand down my face, over my jaw, through my hair. The silence of the room was deafening, the kind of silence that made you want to scream just to prove you weren’t dead yet. I didn’t scream. I’d done enough of that today—with bullets, not words. Christ, it was past two in the goddamn morning. I hadn’t even had time to think, not really. They’d sworn me in hours ago—Pakhan. Official. Locked in. A title that had been looming since I could form a fist and make someone bleed with it. And today, I used it. Used it like a goddamn guillotine. Blood on the rugs. Blood on my shirt. Eyes wide. Mouths begging. Betrayers buried. Benito should’ve been there.Benito should’ve lived.But he hadn’t. Grade one tumor. Slow kill. A death I saw coming for months and still—still—it fucking broke me. And yet, it wasn’t his de

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SETH'S POV I stared down at the phone like it’d grown fangs. The video was still paused, black screen taunting me with everything I couldn’t unsee, couldn’t unhear. My grip tightened around the beer bottle in my other hand, the glass slick with condensation. Miguel didn’t say anything, just leaned back against the counter like he hadn’t just set a fucking nuclear bomb off in Zenya’s chest with that little digital delivery. I handed him the phone silently, still reeling.Jeremy’s laugh drifted in from the porch—light, stupidly sweet. Like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t just cracked reality open with a kiss that wasn’t meant for Zenya but felt like it still was . Viktor was out there with him now, "catching up." That was what Jeremy had called it, like they were old friends, not two pieces of the same fucked-up puzzle suddenly fitting way too well.I rubbed the back of my neck, nerves prickling under my skin. “You sure that was… not a bit much?” My voice came out too soft. Careful

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JEREMY'S POV I didn’t think it’d be this easy to like him.That was the problem.I kept telling myself he wasn’t Zenya, but he looked like him. He moved like him. Talked with that same deep, deliberate voice. Same tilt of the head when he asked a question, same half-lidded gaze that always made my pulse tick faster. But Viktor smiled more. He let me talk. He listened. He didn’t crowd me like Zenya did, didn’t hold the silence like a noose, didn’t make me earn every crumb of affection.I knew I was supposed to be careful, supposed to draw some line in the sand, but I didn’t. I listened. I laughed. I even fucking encouraged him. I told him Miguel would love him once he stopped flinching at the idea. Told him family finds its way. Told him it wasn’t his fault, that Miguel just didn’t know what to do with someone new yet. Told him everything I shouldn’t have, because the whole time I was thinking—what the fuck am I doing? And still, I kept talking.We ended up walking through the

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