Calla’s POV
Some truths feel like liberation.
And then some truths break the lock on a door you never meant to open.
I hadn’t spoken since watching the video. Cassian hadn’t pushed—not with questions, not with comfort. Instead, he watched me with that unnerving intensity of his, like I was a storm forming at the edge of his horizon.
I had thought I was alone in the world. That my lineage, my past, my very name had been wiped out to protect me from becoming a piece in someone else's game.
Now I knew better.
I wasn’t the only heir. I wasn’t even the first secret Tobias tried to hide.
I had a twin.
Elias.
And he wasn’t hiding anymore.
The morning came cold and gray, Geneva wrapped in fog like it was mourning something. The safehouse felt too still. My hands itched to do something
