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Blair exhales sharply through her nose before dramatically throwing herself backward across the cushions.
“This is the worst day of my life.”
Noir doesn’t even look up from his phone.
“That feels statistically unlikely.”
“Don’t use logic against me right now,” she mutters into the couch cushions. “I’m being oppressed. There’s been no movement because you’re both being dramatic. Dante probably doesn’t even care if I’m back.”
Noir laughs softly once under his breath.
Not amused.
“That’s not how this works.”
“Oh my god,” she groans dramatically. “You two act like this man is the fucking boogeyman.”
“He’s worse,” I say flatly.
Silence follows immediately after.
Blair’s expression shifts slightly.
Less playful now.
“Then explain it.”
I glance toward Noir briefly.
He looks exhausted already.
Neither of us want to unpack Dante right now because Dante means unpacking too much else too.
The crews and drugs.
The violence.
Brynn.
Everything that happened after her death. Noir leans back against the counter quietly.
“Dante doesn’t forget people connected to us.”
“I’m not connected to you.”
Bullshit.
Every person in this room knows it too.
My jaw tightens before I finally look at her directly.
“Dante killed your sister, Blair.”
The teasing dies instantly.
“He also tried to kill you.”
Silence settles hard enough the entire apartment seems to still around it.
