“If you don’t want to speak to me, you don’t have to; I know my reputation precedes me. I’ll leave you with my contact details, and you can call if things go bad again. I would have been here sooner, but Poe had… an incident I had to take care of.” I look away from the brawl. “What’s your name? It’s not Morningstar, is it?” He shakes his head. “Nathaniel. Poe calls me Nate. Morningstar is my middle name, my own addict mother thought it would suit me, seeing who our father is.” I take a breath and reach out to touch his hand. He’s my blood, and he’s saved my ass. The least I can do is try. “I’d
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