MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN
Editor Xlovmy sister stole my mate, and i let heryou're my brother but your eyes are coldthe thorn that pierces mea thorn that pierces me
Ignatius asked, sitting up on the table, his chest heaving.
"Looking at the view," Rafferty said.
He stepped aside so Ignatius could see.
Out in the dark water, far beyond the breakers, small lights flickered. They weren't stars. They were the navigation lights of six high-speed interceptor boats. On the ridge above the cottage, the silhouette of a man in tactical gear moved across the skyline, the moonlight glinting off a rifle barrel.
Ignatius stood up, his face pale. "What is that? The police?"