Killian was first.
Monday evening, he took me to a rooftop restaurant in Midtown that I had been trying to get a reservation at for two years. He sat across from me with his sleeves rolled up and his jacket over the chair behind him, and he talked. Not the polished, strategic talking I got from him at the office. Real talking. He told me about growing up in Kade's shadow. How Kade had always been the responsible one, the one Madden pointed to, the one Eloise worried about. How Killian had learned early that being the overlooked twin meant either disappearing or becoming impossible to ignore, and he had chosen the latter.
"Is that why you came after me?" I asked carefully. "Because Kade wanted to know who I was?"
He looked at his glass for a moment. Then he looked at me.
"That's how it
