The safe house living room smelled of gun oil and fear. A single lamp cast long shadows across the wooden floor. Elara's breath caught hard in her throat as the figure in the armchair turned slowly to face them. Her aunt. The woman from faded family photos, older now, with sharp eyes and a smile that didn't reach them. She sat relaxed, legs crossed, a glass of red wine in one hand and a gun resting casually on her knee."Welcome home," the aunt said smoothly. "I thought it was time we met properly."Jax shoved Elara behind him instantly, gun raised. The rest of the group fanned out, weapons drawn. The air crackled with tension. Guns pointed in every direction. Hearts pounded loud enough to drown out thought."You've been busy," the aunt continued, taking a slow sip of wine. Her voice carried the same chilling calm from the phone call. "Breaking into my vineyard. Downloading my files. Cute. But predictable." She set the glass down, eyes locking on Elara. "You look just like your mother
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