Marlowe stared down at the picture in her hands, tears finally spilling over.“Mace,” I said quietly, “why tell us now?”He shrugged. “Because the story’s done. The last of the Sons who held those secrets are either dead or locked away. Lucien’s gone. Skye’s gone. And she deserves the truth without the danger.”He nodded at Marlowe’s ring. “Besides…you’re building something new. Can’t build right on rotten foundations.”For a moment, I didn’t hate him. Not even a little.Marlowe stepped forward, wiping her cheek. “Thank you.”Mace shook his head like he didn’t deserve it. “Don’t thank me. I didn’t save you.”Torin’s hand tightened around her waist. “No,” I said, meeting Mace’s gaze. “But you tried. And that counts.”Mace gave one short nod, turned, and walked down the stairs. He didn’t look back. He never did.When the door shut behind him, Marlowe sagged against me, breath shuddering.“I don’t know what to feel,” she whispered.I kissed her hair, slow and steady. “Whatever you feel i
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