Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 104

(Thomas's POV)

Balancing my feelings for Angel with my mission was becoming a tightrope act, one misstep away from catastrophe. She had no idea who I really was, and every moment I spent with her felt like a lie and a truth tangled together. I wasn't supposed to care not this much. Not enough to jeopardize everything I'd worked for.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the dossier hidden under my mattress. The words on the papers felt like accusations. Names, dates, and instructions stared back at me. Maintain cover. Gather intelligence. Neutralize threats. But which side was the threat?

A knock on the door startled me. Bundah leaned against the frame with his easy grin hiding whatever deeper questions he had about me. "You've been quiet, man. Something eating at you?"

"Just tired," I replied, trying to sound casual.

Bundah raised an eyebrow. "Tired, huh? You sure it's not Angel? I mean, anyone can see you've got it bad for her. You're practically glued to her side. Too glued if you'd ask me."

I forced a chuckle. "Yeah, well... can you blame me?"

•

He didn't press further, but the knowing look in his eyes lingered long after he walked away.

Later that evening, Angel and I sat outside the dorms under a flickering lamp. She leaned against my shoulder, and her warmth was both soothing and suffocating. Her laugh was soft, but I barely registered the joke she'd made. My mind was elsewhere; it was spinning through contingency plans and possible outcomes.

"You're distracted," she said as she tilted her head to meet my gaze.

"I'm here," I lied, forcing a smile.

Her hand slid into mine. "You don't have to pretend with me, Thomas. Whatever it is, you can talk to me."

deserved better than half-truths and calculated silences. She deserved someone who wasn't here on

how could I let her

•

light of my room, I opened the hidden compartment in my suitcase. The recording device hummed softly as I played back snippets of conversations I'd recorded over the weeks. Most of it was useless chatter, but I couldn't stop thinking about the meeting I'd overheard between Dr. Joe and Angel's mom. "Certain patients need to

a loop in my head. They weren't talking about just anyone. They were talking about Hendrix.

clenched my fists, hating how my dual life was slowly crushing me. My mission was clear,

soon. And I wasn't

.

(Dilara's POV)

trust him. Every smile I forced felt like swallowing glass, every word I exchanged with him felt

got his memory wiped or something. As if he'd been too drunk that night, wearing that arrogant grin on his face as he cornered me. But I

the cafeteria and spilled my

waved it off. "No harm done.

to be

"Guilty

casual arrogance in his tone made my skin crawl, but I bit back the bile rising

he said as his eyes lingered on me

•

it all a hoax? I was determined to

days, I kept the act up. A compliment here, a shared joke there. I hated every

bragged about his connections and his place in the center's hierarchy. "You know, this place isn't as clean as it looks,"

say, not everyone here is

my heart race. "Like

stick around, and you'll learn a thing or