Jaxx’s Point Of View

The weight of Roman’s words sat between us like a loaded gun.

“It’s about your grandfather,” he’d said, and even now, the echo of it rippled through my skull.

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to roll my eyes so hard they might stick. The old man, always the old man. He never stopped, not even after all these years, not even after all I’d done to carve out my own place, my own power, my own name.

I turned slowly, picking up the glass again. The whiskey ...