The knife gleamed under the light. The man stood in the doorway. His dark hair was the same. His scar was on his forehead.Luca stepped in front of me. Eli stepped in front of the children.The man laughed. A bitter, broken sound. He said his name was Vance. But Vance was dead. He said he was the real Vance. The one who had died was his twin.I asked how many twins there were.He said seven. Victor, Vincent, Vance, Vince, Vernon, Vito, and him. He was the last. His name was Vann.Luca asked what he wanted.Vann said he wanted revenge. For all his brothers. For all the lies. For all the pain.Eli asked why he had not come before.Vann said he had been waiting. Watching. Planning.I asked what he planned to do.Vann said kill everyone who had hurt his family.Luca said his brothers had hurt themselves.Vann lunged.Luca grabbed his wrist. The knife clattered to the floor. They fell to the ground. Luca punched him. Vann punched back.Eli grabbed the knife. He threw it across the room.I
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