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."

She deserved better than half-truths and calculated

could I let

•

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

a loop in my head. They weren't

My mission was clear, but the lines were blurring. Angel

make a choice soon. And I wasn't sure I

.

(Dilara's POV)

like swallowing glass, every word I exchanged with him felt like poison. But I

again, not fully. It's like he got his memory wiped or something. As if he'd been too drunk that night, wearing that arrogant grin

I ran into him "accidentally" in the cafeteria and spilled

it off. "No harm done.

be shy. "Yeah. And you're

grinned. "Guilty

my skin crawl, but I bit back the bile rising in my throat. "Well, thanks for being cool about

said as his eyes lingered on me a

•

or was it all a hoax?

the act up. A compliment here, a shared joke there. I hated every second of it, but I needed

let his guard down slowly as he bragged about his connections and his place in the center's hierarchy. "You know, this place isn't as clean as it looks," he said one day, leaning against the wall as we cleaned up after dinner.

"Let's just say, not everyone here

felt my heart

stick around, and you'll learn a thing or two." And that's what