Marlowe
The question sat behind my teeth for the whole ride back to the den, heavy and dangerous, and I still hadn't found the courage to ask it by the time we pulled through the gate.
*Was it the same ambush. Did the same men who killed my father take her from you too.*
I didn't ask. King seemed lighter than I'd seen him in weeks, some old weight visibly loosened just from finally saying Delphine's name out loud after twelve years of silence, and I couldn't bring myself to be the one who dragged him back into that grief with a question I wasn't ready to hear the answer to myself.
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Reid, elsewhere in the den, had reached a different kind of readiness entirely.
He sat alone in the mess hall long after most of the club had gone to bed, turning the pieces over in his mind one more ti
