Graham's Point Of View

“Hey, big brother.”

I froze.

Everything around me faded… Lillian’s humming from the changing room, the boutique clerk’s fake laughter, even the obnoxious background music playing through hidden speakers. All I could hear was that voice. Deep, smooth, laced with mockery and venom.

Jaxx.

The bastard.

That voice hadn’t changed. If anything, it had thickened with more confidence, more edge. Like time had only sharpened the blade he'd always ...