TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER
she managed, her voice barely a whisper.
He wrung his hands, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Felix and I grew up together. Joined the Sable Communion as teenagers. Fought side-by-side for decades. We were brothers, Isabella. Closer than blood.” He paused, looking up, and for a fleeting second, she saw a ghostly resemblance to her father in the shape of his jaw, the set of his troubled eyes. It made her stomach churn.
“Felix,” he continued, “he always believed people could change. He saw a path to peace, even with Malik, with the Zacchaeous family. He’d talk about it every night, after missions, when we were just… us. Two kids who somehow ended up leaders.”
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