Se connecterThe Real ViktorAlexei"It's Viktor."The man's words echoed through the chamber. I stared at him. The face was familiar. The scar. The gray hair. The cold smile. But something was wrong. I looked at Lucien. He hadn't lowered his weapon.Prove it. The man smiled. Still careful. Prove it, Lucien repeated.Viktor reached into his pocket. Slowly, he removed a small metal pendant. My mother gasped. I recognized it immediately. It was identical to the pendant she had shown me earlier. But Viktor opened his. Inside was a tiny photograph. Two young men stood outside the monastery.Arjun. And Viktor. Arjun stepped forward. That's him. My mother shook her head. No. Everyone looked at her. She pointed at the photograph. That's not Viktor. Arjun's face changed. You're certain? I knew Viktor before you did. The man laughed.She always was difficult. My mother stared at him. Who are you? The man's smile disappeared. I am Damien. Lucien's weapon moved higher. You're my uncle. Finally. Lucien took o
The Devereux SecretAlexei"Damien Devereux."The name stayed in my mind. Lucien hadn't moved. His face was unreadable.But I could see the tension in his jaw. You're certain? he asked my mother. Yes.My uncle died. He disappeared. That's not the same thing. I know. Lucien turned away. I followed him outside. Snow covered the monastery steps.Lucien. He didn't stop. Did you know about him? No. Not even his name? I knew I had an uncle. He stopped. My father never spoke about him. I stood beside him. Why? I asked. I don't know. You believe my mother?He looked at me. I believe she believes what she's telling us. That's not an answer.No.He looked toward the forest. But I don't know what to believe anymore. I understood that feeling. My entire life had changed in less than a day. Do you think your father killed mine?Lucien's eyes met mine. I don't know. If he did? I'll find out. And if he did? Lucien didn't hesitate. Then I'll give you the truth, even if it destroys my family.I studied
The Truth About My FatherAlexei"Your father wasn't your father."The words didn't belong together. "What does that mean?" I asked. She looked at Arjun. He lowered his head. "You knew?""Some of it."My voice sharpened. "Some?" Lucien stepped beside me. "Let her explain." I turned to him. "Everyone keeps telling me to wait.""I know.""But I'm done waiting."My mother nodded. "You deserve the truth." She sat on the edge of the old wooden bench. "Your biological father was named Nikolai Volkov." I laughed, because the name didn't make any sense."Volkov?" I repeated the name. "Yes.""Then who was the man who raised me?"She hesitated. "Your father." I moved closer to her. "That's not an answer.""He raised you. He loved you. But you were not his biological son." I looked away.My entire childhood suddenly felt like a lie."Did he know?""Yes.""And he still raised me?""He did.""Then why hide it?""Because your biological father was connected to the Cham." I looked down at the ring i
My Mother's WarningAlexei"Stay away from my son."My mother's words sounded through the monastery. I couldn't move. For years, I had imagined meeting her. Sometimes I imagined anger. Sometimes tears. Sometimes nothing at all. I had never imagined this."Mom?"She looked at me. Her eyes filled with tears. "You shouldn't have come here." I stepped closer. "You're alive.""Yes.""Why did you let me believe you were dead?"Her lips parted. No answer came out. I felt something inside me break. "You left me.""I was trying to protect you.""By disappearing?""Yes.""Do you know what happened to me?"She lowered her eyes. "I know.""You don't."My voice rose. "I was alone."She flinched. "I know.""No, you don't."Lucien moved closer. My mother immediately raised her hand. "Don't." Lucien stopped. She looked at him. "I know who you are." Lucien's face remained calm. "Then you know I'm not here to hurt him.""I know what men like you do.""And I know what mothers like you do."She laughed.
The Woman Who LivedAlexei's POV"She's alive."The words refused to make sense. I stared at Viktor. "My mother died.""That's what you were told.""By whom?""Arjun."I turned toward the door. "Where is my uncle?"Viktor smiled. "Still asking the wrong question." Lucien stepped between us."Enough games." Viktor looked at him."You really think you can protect him from everything?""No."Lucien's answer surprised me. "I only need to protect him from you." Viktor laughed. "Then you're already losing." I stepped around Lucien. "Prove it."Viktor's smile disappeared. "Your mother is alive.""Where?""I don't know."I stared at him. "Then you're lying.""No.""How can you say she's alive if you don't know where she is?""Because I saw her.""When?""Four years ago."My mind raced. "Where?""India."I froze. My uncle had been in India. The Cham had come from India. And now Viktor was telling me my mother had been there. "What was she doing?""Running.""From whom?"Viktor looked at the ri
My Mother's Secret"My mother."I kept staring at the photograph. Her face was younger than I remembered. Much younger. But I knew her. There was no mistake.She stood between Arjun and Viktor outside the monastery. Lucien took the photograph from my hand. "Are you sure?""Yes.""How?""Because I remember that necklace." I pointed to the small silver pendant around her neck. "My father gave it to her." Lucien looked at Arjun's empty chair in the photograph."Why would your mother be at the monastery?" I shook my head. "I don't know."Henri looked at the screen. "The video was prepared.""Meaning?""Viktor wanted Alexei to see this." Lucien nodded. "He knew exactly what would hurt."I looked at him. "Then we give him what he wants." Lucien's face hardened. "No.""We're going to the monastery.""Yes.""Then why no?""Because we're going to be prepared." I smiled. "That sounds more like you." He reached for my coat. "Stay close to me.""I will.""And if Viktor appears—""I know.""No."L
The Journey to ViennaThe day came fast, the whole of Alexei's night was horrible, he couldn't sleep. He stood by his window, staring at the sleeping city as though it might answer the questions tearing through him. Vienna. The very name had begun to taste bitter in his mouth, tangled with secrets,
Lucien had lived his life by one rule: knowledge before strike. He never wasted a bullet or a blade without first dissecting the mind of his prey. And though Alexei was not prey in the ordinary sense, Lucien knew—something had shifted.The boy was different. Not reckless, but distracted. A distract
The Burden of SecretsDays bled into nights, and nights into days. For Alexei, time no longer marched in clean hours—it dragged like a chain in the stone. His body was sharper now and his instincts keener. On missions, he struck with precision, his knife and pistol leaving trails of silence behind
The Call from the PastThe night pressed on like an unwelcome guest. The lights shining bright in Lucien’s mansion, but Alexei saw none of it. His body sagged into the couch, head heavy, arms draped like weights. He had run rooftops all week, his blades wet, his clothes carrying the scent of gunpow







