Showtime Steve Novels & Stories

“I think the three of us need to have a talk. Please.” And now, here we were. Steve sat in the armchair across from us, looking older and more tired than he had this morning. He looked at Khalid first, then at me. "I don’t really want to interfere. But… for some reasons, I fear I have to,” Steve began, his voice steady even though Khalid was glaring at him like he wanted to rip his throat out. “But I’ve seen that look on your face before, Khalid. I used to see it whenever I looked in the mirror.”