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Now, we’re gearing up for all-outwarwith Gavan Tsarenko.
The good thing is, though, when you’re mainlining anger, you don’t have time to be sad. To feel the way your heart is shattering inside of you.
Betrayal stings. Losing the woman you were ready to hand your whole goddamn soul to is a motherfucker.
But anger? Anger’s got your back. Anger will smother the whole fucking thing, until all you can taste is bitter rage, and all you breathe is revenge.
Well, currently, it’s actually more a mix of revenge, gun-oil, and the plasticky scent of body armor fresh out of its packaging.
We’re in the basement of my family’s Central Park South building, which is an all-in-one armory, garage, and fortress: Ares, Kratos, and I, plus Castle, because an attack on Eilish or Neve is an attack on his blood, and now he’s gunning to bleed more of it into the streets.
There’s also about twenty other Drakos men and another fifteen from the Kildare side, all of us strapping on body armor and loading up magazines. In about forty-five minutes, the hounds of war are about to get loosed from their chains.
“Hades.”
I glance up to see Ares giving me a piercing look.
“Yeah?”
“You know you don’t have to do this.”
My jaw tightens.
“I mean…” he clears his throat. “If she’s working with Leo, there’s a chance she’llbe therewhen we—”
“I don’t give a fucking shit.”
Without another word, I go back to coldly pushing rounds into the magazine in my hands.
“Guys?”
We all turn at the sound of Callie’s voice to see a fierce, hard look in her eyes.
I sigh. “If you’re here to talk us down from this, you’re wasting your fucking—”
“Oh, you mean all ofthis?” She snaps, nodding her chin past me. “This insanity?”
Ares looks up, frowning. “Thisis the game, Callie. When someone comes for you or hurts you, you makethemhurt. I don’twanta fucking war with Gavan. But what I want or don’t want doesn’t matter when he’s the one that just bombed Pearl Harbor. We’reinthis now.”
He sighs heavily, shoving his fingers through his hair.
“Now, please. Go back upstairs until—”
“I need you tofor oncelisten to me!!!” she snaps. Callie bristles, stepping closer to the four of us as her throat bobs. “I also need you to come upstairs.”
“Why,” I growl.
“Because Vanya Mirzoyan just showed up at our door, and you really need to fucking listen to her.”
* * *
I’ve spentthe last five days drenched in anger. Bathing in it. Feeding on it, and becoming its closest friend. So when I see that same vicious emotion carved into Vanya’s face when we walk into one of Dimitra’s sitting rooms, it gives me pause.
Ares grimaces. “I owe your father a phone call, I know, apologies. But there’s a bigger issue at—”
“You’re going to war with the Reznikovs,” she says coldly. “Yes, I know.”
I glance at my brothers and Castle, then shrug. “And?”
