CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
Elena stood on the porch with the bloody note from Lila clutched in her trembling hands, the secret childhood symbol smeared at the bottom confirming it was truly her twin who had written it.
The house alarms still echoed faintly as the sisters gathered in confusion and fear.
Jax moved with quiet efficiency, checking perimeters and securing weapons, his grey steadiness now laced with something Elena could no longer fully trust after the orchard video.
Sienna wept openly, the silver locket swinging from her neck like an accusation. Isabella sketched frantically in the corner, capturing the chaos in rapid lines that felt too perfect, too knowing.
Mara barked calm orders, her unbowed presence a rock that suddenly felt like a wall closing in.
Rowan scanned maps, off
