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DAMIAN

“What the fuck?!” I thunder, my self-control slipping out of my grip.

Zoran watches me with a look of indifference, like a detached audience assessing the performance of a stranger.

“Why had no one bothered to tell me about this?”

“I got the information right after we got news of the attack at your safehouse. I thought you knew and that's why you were going after his widow instead