Adrian stiffens in response. Of course he remembers. He was drunk when he came stumbling home. But when he’d woken up, several hours later, he looked at me with sober eyes. “Please, brother, help me. Save me. I can’t be here anymore. It’s too much. I will never be what he wants me to be. And he won’t let me go. Help me find a way out. Then I’ll be happy. I swear it…”
“No,” he says flatly in the present, his knuckles whitening as he grips and regrips his gun. “I don’t remember. Just admit it. You just wanted me out of the way so that you could have it all. The power, the money, the f*****g glory.”
“Glory?” I repeat furiously. “Is that what you were chasing when you joined Ravil’s ring?”
He stares at me cautiously, eyelid spasming. He’s trying to determine if he should keep gaslighting us
