The Omegas Cry
Vince struggled, his legs kicking as he tried to free himself, but Xenon’s grip was unyielding.
“You,” Xenon hissed, his voice cold and venomous. “You’re not who you say you are, are you?”
“Stop!” Hyacinth screamed, rushing forward, but I grabbed her arm and held her back.
“Don’t move,” I whispered urgently, my heart pounding.
Xenon’s eyes burned with fury as he stared at Vince. “I see it now,” he said, his voice trembling with rage. “You’re not Vince. You’re Alistair.”
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