CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
The toxin cloud swirled thicker in the narrow tunnel, burning eyes and throats as the vents released their full payload. The console screen split into two feeds:
Victoria’s younger face watching with calm satisfaction on one side, and the father standing strong and clear-eyed upstairs on the other, remote in hand…His cold confession still echoed…the recordings of Elena’s voice had been fabricated by him to test loyalties.
Elena was innocent of deliberate reporting. But the deepest cut had just been delivered: Lila, the twin mirror, the constant, the greatest anchor, had been the willing partner all along.
She had fed information to the father for years, using the twin bond to stay close to Elena, reporting every c***k while guiding the planning from within.
Elen
