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But it wasn’t.
And I was drowning in a truth I couldn’t comprehend.
I yanked my phone from my pocket and dialed Castor.
He picked up on the first ring.
“How’d it go with Sage?”
His voice was casual.
Unaware.
He had no idea how fucked we were.
“We have a problem.”
My voice was gravel. Rough and cold.
A pause.
“What’s wrong?”
I stared at the wall, feeling the weight of it all settle in my chest like concrete.
“It was his brothers.”
Silence.
A long, stretched moment of nothing.
Then— “What?”
I clenched my jaw so tight I thought it might break.
Forced the words out, “The Ovitt brothers.”
Another long beat of silence.
Then Castor said it, “We hunted all of them down.”
My throat was dry.
“Unless it wasn’t them that we hunted.”
A slow, creeping horror settled over me.
Like something ancient and cold, sliding beneath my skin.
This wasn’t just about Sage anymore.
This was about every woman after her.
Every person we thought we’d saved.
How many more were there?
How many had suffered because we’d killed the wrong men?
