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“What’s up?” I ask,into Cyrus’s firelit office

“Have you talked to your brother recently?” The question hitsI was expecting to hear

I stop in rowl, ie

Cyrus wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath He’s clearly not completely sober yet, but I am “Why!?” I repeat, louder this time

Dante’s been out of sight and out of ood reason He already was out of the country when shit hit the fan, and that seeh for whoever is behind this , and the battle with old snakeskin boots outside of Catalina’s burning hometown, there haven’t been any attempts on my life, which is more than I can say most of the time, and I can only assume that the same can be said for my little brother

But you knohat they say about assumptions

As far as I know, Dante’s been safe, surrounded by the security detail he left the country with I’ve sent outtheotten a response

That doesn’t worry me It’s typical from Dante and his teaet the world even exists—until they run out ofhome to make a mockery of my life

I’ve h I’ve set up es that arn them ahen they finally decide to exit from their haze They’ll be fine, and like I said, I’m not worried

Or, at least, I wasn’t worried

“It’s just these records,” Cyrus h his phone “Dante’s na up, but I can’t tell why”

“Send rowl

“I already have”

“I furrow h, I have a flurry of new emails, all stacked to the brim with information Why didn’t I notice them come in?

You were distracted with Cat