CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The car sat idling at the crest of the hill, engine humming like a held breath. Below them, the lake house glowed golden in the rising sun…wooden beams, wide glass windows, and the long private dock stretching over still water.
Victoria stood at the end of that dock, coat billowing gently, one hand raised in casual welcome as if this were a family reunion and not the final act of a war.
Alive.
Unharmed.
Smiling.
Lila’s voice cracked from the back seat. “That’s impossible… I stabbed her. I felt the knife go in.”
Jax killed the engine. “It wasn’t her. The double in the crypt…surgery, makeup, the works. She’s been two steps ahead the entire time.”
Elena stared at the woman who had given birth to her, and Lila, the woman who had erased one twin, murdered their real
