Chapter Twenty-One
Erik sat at a darkened table in the back of Remembrance, nursing a Wolf’s Rebellion. Meeting his brother at a cop bar had been a strategic choice brought on by Jia’s comment.
If he needed to punch Damien, he’d be surrounded mostly by his brothers and sisters from the 1-2-2. He wasn’t planning any trouble, but he’d already annoyed his brother by suggesting a bar instead of a restaurant. The whole thing might be a terrible mistake, but sometimes you needed to pull out the blade before you could treat the wound.
He sat there for twenty minutes before his gray-haired, less muscular doppelganger stepped into the bar. A waiter pointed toward Erik, and Damien made his way over.
Erik’s brother stopped behind his chair, his face uneasy, hands hanging loosely at his side. “It’
