THE OTHER NAME
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the silence in the room began to scream.
Twin.
Dorian’s voice still echoed like a blade dragged across an old stone:
“You were never the only one, Calla. She lives. She breathes. And she remembers what they did to her.”
The world didn’t tilt—it split.
A twin. Not a metaphor. Not some figurative, poetic twist. A real person. A sister. And somehow… She was still out there?
“Say that again,” I said, barely recognizing the sound of my voice.
Cassian stood frozen beside me, but Dominic was already grabbing the nearest laptop, fingers flying across the keys. Surveillance feeds, documents, background checks—his instincts kicked in like muscle memory. But nothing in his years of black ops training could’ve prepared him for this
