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He cracks his neck. “Apparently I have a brother, and apparently we look like twins.”
I lick my lip. “You do. Does Bishop know that you’re in here?”
He grins, and his heavy eyes find the camera in the corner. “He does now…”
He flicks his hand toward Khales. A very dead Khales. “I wanted a turn with her. Didn’t think you’d finish her in one go.”
Ignoring his gesture toward her corpse, I keep my eyes on him, intrigue rushing through me. “What did she do to you, and what—how are you here?”
He shakes his head. “Too much to get into right now, but she killed my mother. I was outnumbered. I didn’t know about Bishop until I got here, and she dangled him above my head like fresh bait, waiting for me to snap and take my first bite.”
There’s so much I want to know, but I know this isn’t the time. So instead, I stare at him until I form the right words that I want to say.
“So Khales brought you here?”
He nods, taking a seat on the floor. I back up and slide down near the door, sitting opposite him but giving enough space between us. I don’t know him or his story, and the fact that I’m locked in a cell with him tugs on all the strings of my warning bells.
He pulls his hoodie back up over his head. “My name’s Abel, I’m Bishop’s younger brother, same dad, different mom. I’m still in fucking high school, and I’m a cage fighter.”
“Well,” I mutter. “Yeah. Definitely different upbringings.”
Abel shrugs. “It helped my mom pay for shit growing up. I learned the hard way, not the privileged way.”
A million thoughts are rushing through my head, but one, in particular, has hit a standstill and won’t move back into gear. “Why? Why did she bring you here?”
He shrugs, drawing one leg up and resting his elbow on his knee. “Long story.” His eyes pierce through me, and I have to take a moment to calm myself. “I have heard about you.”
“Really…” I quirk my eyebrow and draw my knees up close. I’m fighting to look toward Daemon, the process still not fully developed in my head right now. Something is going on, something that I don’t understand. “What was it that you heard?”
Abel grins. “That you had a baby to a King, and that Katsia was your mom.”