POV: Kane Thorne looked at me differently now. Small things he did gave it away. He used to meet my eyes straight on when he walked into a room but now his gaze slid past me first, landed on anywhere surrounding me, before it came back to my face. That’s a soldier's habit. He thought he was hiding it. He wasn't good enough to hide it from me. Lucian was worse, in the way that mattered more. His warmth toward me had gone cold by exact degrees, day over day, like a man rationing something he used to give freely. He still introduced me as uncle in front of the others. The old habit from when he was a boy trying to earn my approval. But I noticed how he behaved awkwardly towards me. I notice everything. That was when I knew that my plan had hatched out. They knew who I was behind the scenes. They thought they'd found me on their own not knowing I let them. The route Thorne asked me about weeks ago, I had waved it off as dead and told him not to waste time on it, but the thing they
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