Cecilia's pov
I stared at Tang, my brain flat-out refusing to process what he'd just said.
"What do you mean that wasn't the real Belinda?" I asked, sharper than intended. It felt like someone had shattered the mental blueprint I'd so carefully constructed.
Tang winced and shot a guilty glance at Sebastian, clearly regretting his choice to speak. The air in the carriage tightened.
I turned to Sebastian, unable to hide the edge in my voice.
"Were you ever planning to share that little detail with me?"
Sebastian met my stare, his usual guarded calm softened by something almost apologetic.
"I was going to tell you. Just not while we were still on the island," he said quietly.
"You'd have insisted on digging deeper. And this place? It's already dangerous enough."
I exhaled. He wasn't
