Jenn’s POV I was brushing my teeth when Liam’s voice cut through my bond we shared. “Luke’s back. Can you meet me in Vicktor’s study?” His tone – clipped and urgent, stripped of his usual warmth – sent a chill down my spine. I rinsed my mouth, threw on a sweater, and hurried through the darkened hallways of Vicktor’s estate. The halls were quiet at this hour, most of the household already retired for the night. Alice had gone to her guest room an hour ago, pleading exhaustion from the journey. Alva had followed shortly after, shooting me a look that said we’ll talk tomorrow. I’d been grateful for the reprieve. Grateful to stop performing, to stop smiling, to stop pretending my sister wasn’t a traitor. Now, as I pushed open the door to Vicktor’s study, I found Liam standing behind the desk, his jaw tight and his blue eyes hard. Luke sat in one of the chairs across from him, still in his Tacgear, his face pale and streaked with dirt. His hands were clasped between his knees, and
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