THE ENEMY'S CLAIM
The look of someone who had known Lena not as a concept or a name in a file but as a real present living person — had known the sound of her laugh and the way she argued and the particular stubborn warmth of her that apparently Rain had inherited completely.
His jaw tightened briefly.
Then he crossed the room and extended his hand.
"You look exactly like her," he said quietly.
"I know," Rain said. "I'm glad."
Something shifted in his expression. Something that had been held carefully for a long time, loosening slightly at the edges.
"So am I," he said.
They sat around the small conference table — Fenwick, Rain, Damien, Cole and Marcus. Five people connected by a web of history and loss and c
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