War's P.O.V.
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"You sure it was a good idea for us to do this, War?" Rubble, Shadow Rage's president, asked through the phone.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying not to snap at him. It's not his fault. I don't blame him for being apprehensive. I'm just fu.cking tired and there seems to be too much happening all at once.
Whatever Tinker was working on, whatever he invented, it's the source of all of this. The attacks by the Wild Devils. Someone, or at least, a group of people, knew whatever Tinker had. They knew, and they went to great lengths to get it. And Tinker went to great lengths to hide it.
I wish we knew what the f***k it was. Sorsha has no goddamn idea. They found clues at her house, but Psych is still working on it. Well, him and the te
