Too Late

Tommy (Remember: he thinks of Hycinth as Abby and Luca as Whiskey)

“No!” Whiskey snarled, looking back and forth between Sydney and me. His large frame shook.

I didn’t blame him. Abby was his sister. The sound of her tortured screams had been one of the worst fucked up things I’d ever heard, but her pitiful cries of agony had left Whiskey broken, devastated him on a level anyone would have to be blind not to see.

And I didn’t necessarily disagree with him. Of course, I didn’t think it was a good idea for any of us to willingly walk in whatever hell Julian and Dagger were...