The running footsteps reached the bottom of the west staircase just as Adrian Kane asked my daughter the question that would split my life in two.
“Who is your mother?”
Nora blinked at him.
Three years old.
Sleepy.
Completely unaware that the man holding her looked as though someone had driven a knife between his ribs.
“My mama?”
“Yes.”
His voice had changed.
It was no longer the voice that made grown men straighten their backs.
It was barely a voice at all.
“What is her name?”
Nora smiled.
“Claire.”
Adrian went still.
Downstairs, I was already running.
I had discovered Nora was missing less than two minutes earlier.
Her pink cup had been tipped over on the floor.
Her rabbit was still on the cot.
The door stood open.
At first I thought she had gone to the kitchen.
Then one of the footmen said he had seen Snow on the stairs.
Every drop of blood in my body turned cold.
I ran so fast that I nearly slipped on the marble.
“Nora!”
No answer.
“Nora!”
Heads turned.
The head housekeeper rushed after me.
“Claire, what on earth—”
“My daughter.”
“What?”
“She’s gone.”
Then I saw the west corridor.
And the oak door.
Open.
My heart stopped.
“No.”
I whispered it once.
Then louder.
“No.”
I ran.
Two guards stepped forward, but before either could stop me, Adrian’s voice came from inside.
“Let her through.”
I entered the room.
And forgot how to breathe.
Nora was sitting in Adrian Kane’s lap.
One small hand was tangled in his shirt.
The silver locket hung openly against her chest.
And Adrian was staring at me.
Not angry.
Not yet.
Something worse.
Recognition.
For eight months, I had served coffee in his library.
Placed dinner before him.
Passed him in hallways.
Listened while other employees whispered that Adrian Kane noticed everything.
Apparently, he had never really looked at me.
Now he did.
His gaze moved over my face slowly.
My hair.
My eyes.
My mouth.
Then to Nora.
Then back to me.
The locket rested in his palm.
“Where did she get this?”
I couldn’t speak.
“Claire.”
The way he said my name made every servant behind me retreat another step.
Nora lifted her head.
“Mama!”
She slid from his lap and ran to me.
I dropped to my knees and pulled her against me.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Did anyone hurt you?”
She frowned.
“No.
Mr.
Adrian is sad.”
Behind us, somebody inhaled sharply.
Nobody called Adrian Kane “Mr.
Adrian.”
Nobody except a child who had no understanding of fear.
I stood, keeping Nora behind my skirt.
Adrian rose.
He was a tall man, but I had never before understood what people meant when they said someone could fill a room merely by standing in it.
“Answer me.”
My mouth had gone dry.
“It belonged to someone I knew.”
“Who?”
I looked at the locket.
Three years.
Three years of hiding.
Three years of changing apartments whenever I thought someone had found us.
Three years of watching black cars in my rearview mirror.
Three years of teaching myself not to say her name.
I should have lied.
I had rehearsed a dozen lies.
I had built my entire life from lies.
But none of them had been designed for this moment.
“For Nora’s sake,” I said quietly, “please let us leave.”
Adrian stared at me.
Then he looked toward the doorway.
“Everyone out.”
No one hesitated.
The guards left first.
Then the housekeeper.
Then the footman.
Adrian waited.
“Close the door.”
The heavy oak shut behind them.
I felt trapped immediately.
Nora squeezed my hand.
“Mama?”
“It’s okay.”
It wasn’t.
Adrian’s jaw tightened.
“You brought a child into my house wearing my dead wife’s necklace.”
“I didn’t know it was yours.”
“That is a lie.”
“I knew it belonged to Evelyn.”
His eyes sharpened.
The room seemed to shrink.
“You knew my wife.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
I said nothing.
He stepped closer.
“How did you know Evelyn?”
Nora looked between us.
I could hear my own pulse.
Finally, I whispered, “She was my sister.”
Nothing moved.
Not Adrian.
Not me.
Even the air seemed to freeze.
Then Adrian gave a short, humorless laugh.
“Evelyn had no sister.”
“She did.”
“I was married to her for six years.”
“And she spent every one of those years pretending I didn’t exist.”
His face changed.
I continued before courage abandoned me.
“Half-sister.
Same father.
Different mothers.
Our father left my mother before I was born.
Evelyn found out about me when she was nineteen.”
Adrian stared at me.
“She never mentioned you.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because your family investigated everyone around her before the wedding.
She knew what would happen if they found me.”
“What would happen?”
I swallowed.
“You tell me.”
His expression hardened.
I instantly regretted it.
But Adrian did not shout.
That made him more frightening.
He walked to the window.
Below us, gardeners crossed the lawn as though the world had not just tilted off its axis.
“When did you last see her?”
My fingers tightened around Nora’s.
“Three years ago.”
He turned.
“When?”
I looked at the locket.
“The night she died.”
Adrian’s face emptied.
Nora tugged my sleeve.
“Mama, can I have my bunny?”
“Soon.”
“Claire.”
Adrian spoke my name carefully.
“What happened that night?”
I could no longer tell where truth ended and terror began.
Evelyn had come to me after midnight.
Rain soaked through her coat.
Blood streaked one cuff.
She was pregnant.
Terrified.
And she had carried a suitcase containing enough money to disappear forever.
She had said only one thing when I opened the door.
They’re going to kill me.
For years, I had remembered every detail.
The smell of rain.
The tremor in her hands.
The sound of distant thunder.
I looked at Adrian.
“She came to my apartment.”
His breath stopped.
“She was alive?”
“Yes.”
“After the crash?”
“No.
Before.”
He moved toward me so quickly that Nora recoiled.
I pulled her closer.
Adrian stopped himself.
“Explain.”
“She said she needed help leaving.”
“Leaving whom?”
I hesitated.
“You.”
His stare turned lethal.
“That is not possible.”
“She believed it was.”
“You expect me to accept that my wife secretly went to a sister I never knew existed and begged to escape me on the night she died?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“I expect you to decide whether you want the truth or the version that lets you sleep.”
His eyes flashed.
For one second I thought I had gone too far.
Then Nora sneezed.
The tiny sound shattered the tension.
Adrian looked at her.
At once, his anger shifted.
Not gone.
Contained.
He crouched.
“Nora.”
She peeked around me.
“Yes?”
“Did your mother give you the necklace?”
Nora shook her head.
“Aunt Evie.”
My entire body went numb.
Adrian stopped breathing.
I closed my eyes.
No.
Nora was not supposed to remember that.
She had been too young.
Barely two the last time—
Adrian stood slowly.
“What did she say?”
“Nora.”
My voice came out too sharp.
She looked at me.
Adrian’s gaze snapped to my face.
“You said your sister died three years ago.”
“I didn’t say that.”
His expression became something terrible.
“No,” he whispered.
“You didn’t.”
The silence was unbearable.
Then Nora smiled at him.
“Aunt Evie has your picture.”
I felt the room collapse around me.
Adrian’s face turned white.
I grabbed Nora.
“We’re leaving.”
I made it three steps.
Adrian blocked the door.
“Move.”
“No.”
“Nora needs to go home.”
“Nora is not leaving this estate until you tell me where Evelyn is.”
My hand shook.
“She’s a child.”
“And you used that child to walk my wife’s necklace into my house.”
“I didn’t use her.”
“Then tell me the truth.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Make me understand.”
Nora began to cry.
Quietly at first.
That broke something in me.
I knelt.
“Baby, look at Mama.”
Her lip trembled.
“Are you mad?”
“No.”
“At me?”
“Never.”
“You said not to go upstairs.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
I kissed her forehead.
Behind me Adrian said nothing.
I stood.
“Let my daughter leave with Mrs.
Porter.
Then we talk.”
Adrian considered it.
For several seconds, I thought he would refuse.
Then he opened the door.
The head housekeeper was waiting ten feet away, pretending she hadn’t been listening.
“Mrs.
Porter.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Take Nora downstairs.
Keep her with you.”
I crouched.
“Go with Mrs.
Porter.”
“No.”
“I’ll come get you.”
She clung to my coat.
“Mama.”
“Nora, please.”
Adrian looked away.
Perhaps because he understood what fear looked like in a child.
Eventually, Nora went.
The door closed again.
This time there was no shield between us.
Adrian turned the lock.
I heard it click.
“Where is my wife?”
I said nothing.
He crossed the room.
“Where is Evelyn?”
“She made me promise.”
“She is my wife.”
“She was afraid of you.”
“You’ve said that.”
“She had reasons.”
“Then give me one.”
I looked at the photographs turned toward the wall.
“Three weeks before the crash, she discovered someone was altering your medications.”
Adrian frowned.
“I wasn’t taking medication.”
“Exactly.”
For the first time, genuine uncertainty crossed his face.
“She found prescriptions in your name.
Sedatives.
Anti-psychotics.
Strong doses.”
“That proves nothing.”
“She also found medical forms declaring you mentally incompetent.”
His eyes narrowed.
“That’s impossible.”
“They had signatures.”
“Forged.”
“Yes.”
“Whose?”
“I don’t know.”
“She did.”
“Yes.”
The word came out softer.
Adrian stared at me.
“What else?”
“She found documents transferring control of several Kane holdings if you were declared unfit.”
“To whom?”
I hesitated.
His patience broke.
“To whom?”
“Your brother.”
Adrian’s face became unreadable.
Marcus Kane.
The smiling Kane.
The charming Kane.
The brother who shook employees’ hands.
The brother who remembered birthdays.
The brother currently downstairs welcoming half the council to dinner.
Adrian laughed once.
“You expect me to believe Marcus arranged Evelyn’s death?”
“I expect you to believe Evelyn believed it.”
“That is different.”
“Yes.”
He walked away.
For several moments he said nothing.
Then he asked, “Why would she fake her death?”
“She didn’t.”
I watched him turn.
“The crash was real.”
His stare fixed on mine.
“There was a body.”
“Yes.”
“My wife’s wedding ring was on it.”
“Yes.”
“Dental records confirmed it.”
“Yes.”
“Then what are you telling me?”
I forced myself to say it.
“The woman in the car wasn’t Evelyn.”
The clock on the mantel ticked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
“Who was she?”
“I don’t know.”
Another lie.
A small one.
But Adrian caught it.
“You do.”
I looked down.
“Claire.”
“Her name was Mara.”
“Who was Mara?”
“Evelyn’s driver.”
His brows drew together.
“She didn’t have a female driver.”
“Not officially.”
He stared at me.
Then understanding flickered.
“She was helping Evelyn disappear.”
“Yes.”
“And she died in her place.”
“Yes.”
He closed his eyes.
For a moment, Adrian Kane looked older than I had ever seen him.
When he opened them again, something had changed.
“Where is Evelyn?”
I could hear my sister’s voice from three years earlier.
Never tell him.
Not even if he begs.
Not even if he threatens you.
Not even if you think he loves me.
Especially then.
“I don’t know.”
Adrian’s stare sharpened.
“That is another lie.”
“I haven’t seen her in almost a year.”
That part was true.
“What happened a year ago?”
“She stopped contacting me.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where was she living?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t?”
“She trusted me.”
“So did I.”
The words caught me off guard.
I stared at him.
He glanced around the room.
“At least I thought she did.”
There was no anger in his voice then.
Only grief.
For the first time, I understood why the room had remained untouched.
It was not a shrine.
It was evidence.
A man preserving the last pieces of a life because he did not know which piece he had missed.
I almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
Then someone knocked.
Three measured taps.
Adrian opened the door.
Marcus Kane stood outside.
He looked enough like his brother for anyone to see the blood between them, but where Adrian was severe, Marcus was warmth wrapped in an expensive suit.
He smiled.
“There you are.”
Then he saw me.
His smile remained.
Only his eyes changed.
A fraction.
But I saw it.
Recognition.
My blood froze.
Marcus looked at the locket in Adrian’s hand.
The color drained from his face.
Only for a heartbeat.
Then he recovered.
“Something wrong?”
Adrian studied him.
“My council is downstairs.”
“Yes.
They’re wondering where you are.”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Marcus glanced at me again.
“Is this a staff issue?”
“No.”
Adrian stepped into the doorway.
“It’s family.”
Marcus smiled.
But the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Family?”
Adrian closed the door in his face.
My knees nearly gave way.
“He knows me.”
Adrian turned.
“What?”
“Marcus.”
I backed away.
“He recognized me.”
“You’ve worked here eight months.”
“No.”
“You just said—”
“No.
He recognized me from before.”
Adrian’s expression darkened.
“How?”
I could barely speak.
“The night Evelyn came to my apartment…”
I remembered standing by the window.
Watching headlights turn onto my street.
A black sedan.
Evelyn had panicked.
She had dragged the curtains shut and told me to turn off every light.
We waited in darkness while a man stood across the street.
I had only seen his face for seconds when he lit a cigarette.
But I had never forgotten it.
“Marcus was outside.”
Adrian became utterly still.
Before either of us could speak, the lights went out.
The room plunged into darkness.
A second later, an alarm began screaming.
Not the fire alarm.
A security alarm.
Adrian moved instantly.
“Stay here.”
He opened the door.
Emergency lights glowed red along the corridor.
Men were shouting downstairs.
Then came the sound of breaking glass.
A gunshot.
I flinched.
Adrian looked back.
“Lock this door.”
“Nora.”
“I’ll get her.”
“No.”
I pushed past him.
“Claire!”
I ran.
The main staircase was chaos.
Guests crowded the entrance hall.
Security rushed toward the east wing.
Someone shouted that the gate controls had failed.
Someone else yelled that the cameras were down.
“Nora!”
Mrs.
Porter appeared near the dining room.
Her face was white.
“Claire.”
I knew before she spoke.
I knew.
“Where is she?”
“I only turned away for a moment.”
My heart stopped.
“Where is my daughter?”
“She was beside me.”
“WHERE IS SHE?”
Adrian reached us.
Mrs.
Porter began crying.
“I don’t know.”
A folded piece of paper lay on the floor.
I saw my name.
CLAIRE.
I grabbed it.
My hands shook so violently I almost tore it opening.
There were seven words inside.
Bring Adrian to the greenhouse.
Come alone.
If you want Nora alive.
Adrian read over my shoulder.
His entire body changed.
The grieving husband disappeared.
The feared man returned.
But this time I understood why men feared him.
He didn’t shout.
He didn’t panic.
He simply looked toward the glass doors leading to the garden.
“Marcus.”
I grabbed his arm.
“You don’t know that.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“Because the greenhouse has been locked for three years.”
My grip loosened.
“Why?”
His face was grim.
“Because that’s where Evelyn told me she was pregnant.”
I stared at him.
Pregnant.
My mind rejected the word.
“What?”
He looked at me.
“She was pregnant when she died.”
The world seemed to vanish beneath my feet.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“You’re wrong.”
“I saw the test.”
“No.”
“She was terrified, but happy.”
“No.”
“She told me two days before the crash.”
I could no longer hear the alarm.
Could barely see him.
Because suddenly I was remembering Nora’s locket.
Evelyn holding a newborn child.
Her name is Nora.
Adrian looked at me.
His expression shifted.
He understood at the same moment I did.
“Claire.”
“No.”
“How old is Nora?”
I backed away.
“No.”
“Claire.”
“She’s three.”
“When is her birthday?”
“Stop.”
His voice dropped.
“When?”
I stared at him.
And for the first time in three years, I questioned the one truth I had never thought to question.
Evelyn had arrived at my apartment pregnant.
Months later, after disappearing, she had called me.
She was crying.
She had a baby.
She told me something had gone wrong.
She begged me to come.
When I arrived, Evelyn was weak.
Feverish.
Terrified.
She put the infant in my arms.
Protect her.
That was all she said.
I had assumed—
God.
I had assumed.
Adrian reached for the locket.
He opened it again.
The photograph.
Evelyn holding newborn Nora.
His daughter.
My throat closed.
“No.”
Adrian looked at me.
“Nora is mine.”
Before I could answer, a voice crackled over the estate speakers.
Marcus Kane.
Calm.
Almost amused.
“Adrian.”
Everyone in the entrance hall froze.
Adrian raised his head.
Marcus continued.
“If Claire has finally shown you the necklace, then I suppose we’ve reached the part of the evening where secrets become inconvenient.”
Adrian’s hands curled into fists.
“Marcus!”
A quiet laugh came through the speakers.
“The greenhouse, brother.”
Then Nora’s voice.
Small.
Frightened.
“Mama?”
I screamed her name.
The speaker went dead.
Adrian grabbed a pistol from one of the security men.
I stared at him.
“You keep guns in your house?”
“Claire.”
“What?”
“If Nora is my daughter, Marcus won’t kill her yet.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“How?”
His expression turned cold.
“Because if Marcus wanted Nora dead, he would never have brought her to the one place containing proof that Evelyn is alive.”
I stared.
“What proof?”
Adrian looked toward the garden.
Then he said the words that made my blood turn to ice.
“The greenhouse was not sealed because of memories.”
I could barely breathe.
“Then why?”
He opened the glass doors.
Cold evening air swept into the hall.
“Because Evelyn hid something beneath it.”
We crossed the lawn under a darkening sky.
Behind us, security spread across the estate.
Ahead, the greenhouse rose from the gardens like a glass skeleton.
One light burned inside.
Adrian stopped at the door.
“Stay behind me.”
“My daughter is in there.”
“So is my brother.”
“That doesn’t scare me.”
“It should.”
He opened the door.
Warm, damp air rushed over us.
Most of the plants had died years earlier.
Dead vines climbed the walls.
Broken pots littered the floor.
At the center of the greenhouse stood Marcus.
One hand rested on Nora’s shoulder.
The other held a gun.
Nora saw me.
“Mama!”
I moved.
Marcus raised the weapon.
“Don’t.”
I stopped.
Adrian stepped forward.
“Let her go.”
Marcus smiled.
“You always did prefer giving orders.”
“What do you want?”
“The locket.”
Adrian’s hand closed around it.
Marcus nodded.
“Evelyn was sentimental.
That was always her weakness.”
“Where is she?”
Marcus laughed softly.
“You still don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
Marcus looked at me.
Then at Nora.
Then back to Adrian.
“The car crash was never meant to kill Evelyn.”
My skin prickled.
Adrian’s voice became deadly quiet.
“Then who was it meant to kill?”
Marcus smiled.
“You.”
Silence.
Adrian stared at him.
Marcus continued.
“You were supposed to be in that car.”
I remembered Evelyn trembling in my apartment.
They’re going to kill me.
Not her.
Him.
Adrian slowly lowered his weapon.
“You forged the medical documents.”
“Among other things.”
“The prescriptions.”
“Yes.”
“The board transfer.”
“Yes.”
“And Evelyn found out.”
“She found enough.”
“Why kill Mara?”
Marcus’s expression barely changed.
“Mara made an unfortunate choice.”
“You murdered her.”
“I solved a problem.”
Nora whimpered.
I could barely stop myself from lunging at him.
Marcus looked down at her.
Then he smiled at Adrian.
“But Evelyn created a new one.”
He tapped his shoe against the greenhouse floor.
Once.
Twice.
“Did you ever wonder why she chose this place to tell you she was pregnant?”
Adrian didn’t answer.
Marcus moved toward an old stone planter.
“She already knew someone inside the family wanted you gone.
She started collecting evidence.”
My pulse quickened.
“Documents?”
I asked.
Marcus smiled at me.
“Much more than documents.”
He kicked aside a broken pot.
Beneath it was a small iron ring set into the floor.
Adrian stared at it.
Marcus pulled.
A hidden door lifted.
Darkness waited beneath.
A staircase descended underground.
My mouth went dry.
“What is that?”
Marcus looked at me.
“The reason your sister is still alive.”
Adrian raised his gun.
“Where is Evelyn?”
Marcus smiled.
Then a woman’s voice came from the darkness below us.
“Adrian?”
Every muscle in his body locked.
I knew that voice.
I had not heard it in eleven months.
I forgot Marcus.
Forgot the gun.
Forgot everything.
A figure appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
Thin.
Pale.
Her dark hair cut short.
One hand gripping the wall.
Evelyn.
Alive.
Adrian’s gun slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.
For the first time since I had known him, the most feared man in the Kane estate looked completely defenseless.
“Evelyn.”
She stared up at him.
Tears filled her eyes.
But she wasn’t looking only at Adrian.
She was looking at Nora.
Nora stared back.
“Aunt Evie?”
Evelyn closed her eyes.
A sob escaped her.
Marcus tightened his grip on Nora.
“No touching reunion?”
Adrian bent slowly and picked up the gun.
“Let my daughter go.”
Evelyn’s head snapped up.
Her face changed.
“No.”
Adrian looked at her.
“Nora is ours.”
“No.”
Evelyn climbed one step.
“Adrian, don’t.”
He frowned.
Evelyn’s voice broke.
“Nora isn’t your daughter.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
Even Marcus seemed amused by the confusion.
Adrian went still.
Evelyn looked at me.
“I’m sorry.”
I could barely speak.
“Sorry for what?”
She climbed another step.
“You were never supposed to bring her here.”
“Whose child is she?”
Evelyn shook her head.
“Claire—”
“WHOSE CHILD IS SHE?”
Nora began crying.
Marcus smiled.
And then, slowly, he moved the barrel of the gun away from Nora.
Not toward Adrian.
Not toward me.
Toward Evelyn.
“You might as well tell them.”
Evelyn stared at him.
Marcus’s smile widened.
“After all, that’s why I kept you alive.”
Adrian’s face went rigid.
Evelyn looked at Nora.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Then she said the sentence that changed everything again.
“Nora is not my daughter.”
My knees nearly failed.
I whispered, “Then whose is she?”
Evelyn looked directly at me.
And beneath the grief on her face was something I had never expected to see.
Guilt.
“She’s yours.”
The greenhouse went silent.
I laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because the words were impossible.
“I’ve never had a child.”
“Yes, you have.”
“No.”
“Claire.”
“No.”
“You just don’t remember.”
Cold spread through my body.
Marcus chuckled.
Adrian turned his gun toward him.
“What did you do to her?”
Marcus smiled.
“I did nothing.”
Evelyn looked terrified.
Adrian’s eyes moved to her.
“Then who did?”
Evelyn opened her mouth.
Before she could answer, a second gunshot exploded.
Glass shattered above us.
Marcus jerked backward.
His weapon fell.
Security poured through the greenhouse doors.
I ran.
“Nora!”
I grabbed her and crushed her against me.
Adrian seized Evelyn’s arm and pulled her away from the staircase.
Marcus lay against the planter, blood spreading across his shoulder.
But he was laughing.
Actually laughing.
Adrian stood over him.
“What’s funny?”
Marcus coughed.
“You still think I’m the villain.”
Adrian aimed the gun at his chest.
Marcus looked past him.
At Evelyn.
“Tell him.”
She said nothing.
“Tell him who signed the orders.”
Evelyn’s face had gone gray.
Adrian slowly turned.
“What orders?”
Marcus smiled through bloody teeth.
“The ones that erased Claire’s memory.”
I stopped breathing.
Adrian stared at Evelyn.
Evelyn stared at me.
And suddenly fragments moved through my mind.
A hospital ceiling.
Bright lights.
A woman screaming.
My wrists strapped to a bed.
Evelyn crying beside me.
A newborn baby.
Someone saying—
She can never know.
I staggered.
Nora clung to my neck.
“Mama?”
My knees hit the floor.
Images ripped through me.
Needles.
White rooms.
A doctor.
My sister signing something.
And a man standing behind the glass.
Not Marcus.
Someone older.
Someone whose portrait hung above the main staircase of the Kane estate.
Adrian’s father.
Sebastian Kane.
Dead for two years.
Or so everyone believed.
I looked at Evelyn.
She understood from my face that I remembered something.
“Claire.”
“What did you do to me?”
She shook her head.
“I was trying to save you.”
“From what?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“From them.”
“Who?”
Before she could answer, every light in the greenhouse came on.
One by one.
Bright.
Blinding.
The estate speakers crackled again.
A different voice filled the room.
Older.
Calm.
Powerful.
Adrian went white.
Evelyn closed her eyes.
Marcus began laughing again.
The voice said only six words.
“Welcome home, Adrian.
Bring Nora downstairs.”
Adrian stared at the hidden staircase.
I looked at Evelyn.
“Who is that?”
She whispered the name like a prayer she wished she had forgotten.
“Sebastian.”
Adrian’s supposedly dead father.
And somewhere beneath the Kane estate, a door unlocked.
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Source: Stories of Destiny · Thanh Thanh
