Her Exodus, His Regret.
And in that moment, the resemblance hit her, clean and sudden.
"You..." she said, "you're related to him".
He smirked. "Quite perceptive".
"You're..."
"Liam?" he cut her off. "Yes, I'm Liam Voss, your ex-husband's brother".
Across the room, Lucien's gaze burned silently while Sasha bled with every move on that dance floor. And as the crowd watched, a current of something dangerous riplled across the air— jealousy, recognition and the quiet and careful shifting of fate.