DUNCAN
My emotions were running high as I strode through the sweaty crowd. There was a mix of hushed whispers and excitement, and neon lights hanging from the ceiling gave the whole place an eerie glow.
There was a shirtless man, clearly in his thirties, covered in tattoos, standing in the middle, baring his teeth impatiently.
I was about to ask someone for Colten when he made a grand entrance, coming from a dim corner, near a beat-up fire truck with broken windows, and headed into the smoky, loud cheering circle.
For a moment, I was struck by the extent of his hardheadedness. Just this morning, Father warned him about doing stupid things that could tarnish the family's image, but he went ahead and started this. Last night I just had to take my eyes off of him, and he had a party, and
