Work helped.At least that was what Evren Moonreign kept telling himself.If he stayed busy enough, long enough, eventually everything else would quiet down. The thoughts, the anger, the constant feeling of something sitting beneath his ribs waiting to split him open. Work should have drowned it out.It didn’t.“You’ve been staring at that same page long enough to memorize it.”Evren didn’t look up from the document spread across the desk. “I’m reading.”Across from him, Holden dragged a chair back with a loud scrape before dropping into it carelessly, stretching his legs out like he owned the room. “You’re not reading,” he said, tapping the edge of the paper. “You’ve been staring at the same paragraph for the last ten minutes. There’s a difference.”Evren flipped the page anyway. “Then maybe it’s badly written.”That earned a short laugh from Holden, who leaned back and glanced around the room with exaggerated disappointment. “This room is badly written. Small, cold, miserable. You a
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