The alarm continued to echo beneath the estate, each metallic chime vibrating through the ancient stone until it settled into an uneasy silence. Noah stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the lantern-lit chamber before him. Alexander Volkov was alive. His grandfather, a man whose death had become family history, was standing only a few feet away. Noah had imagined this moment a thousand different ways over the years, though he had never known it. If he ever met the man who came before James, he expected anger, questions, perhaps even resentment. Instead, all he felt was disbelief. Alexander took a slow step toward him. His age showed in the silver of his hair and the lines around his eyes, but there was strength in his posture that reminded Noah painfully of James. “You have your father’s eyes,” Alexander said softly. “And his stubbornness.” Noah gave a faint smile. “I’ve been told that a lot lately.” “I imagine you have.” Alexander looked at the pocket watch resting in Noah’s h
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