TRISTAN“What the fuck do you mean we are brothers?”The question tore out of me almost immediately I said it, as for a split second there, I genuinely thought I’d misheard him, like the music had warped his words into something obscene and absolutely impossible.I stared across the table at Julian, waiting for the punchline of some sort of joke which this had to be, but deep down I knew that even though he was laughing now, he definitely wasn’t joking.He continued laughing at me. A full, unrestrained laugh, loud enough that a couple of heads turned in our direction before thinking better of it and looking away again.“God,” he said, wiping imaginary tears from the corner of his eye. “You really don’t know, do you? And here I was thinking that you had figured it all out.”My jaw tightened painfully. “Explain it all right now.”Julian leaned back into the booth, stretching one arm along the leather like he owned not just the club, but the air I was breathing. The lights pulsed overhea
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