CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
The side door slid open with a soft hiss, and the remaining sisters stepped into the narrow tunnel.
Mara led with her rifle lowered but ready, her unbowed posture still strong even in the dim light.
Sienna followed close behind, one hand clutching the silver locket as if it anchored her amid growing uncertainty. Isabella held her sketchbook like a shield, pencil tucked behind her ear.
Nova and Rowan scanned the space with alert eyes, while Jax brought up the rear, his grey steadiness now carrying visible tension after the revelations of old feelings and hidden roles.
They saw Elena and Lila seated on the stone bench, restraints still in place but their posture calm. Evelyn…the Victoria look-alike…stood beside them, silver hair framing a face that echoed their moth
