The next day dawned under a heavy sky, clouds stretched tight and low as if the city itself was holding its breath.
Zayn sat in the back of the car beside Alan, his posture composed, his expression unreadable, yet beneath the tailored calm something restless stirred. The vehicle cut smoothly through traffic, glass buildings and familiar streets blurring past the window, but his mind was elsewhere—circling questions that had no answers yet.
Two daughters.
Logan’s daughters.
He had tried to imagine them the night before. Women raised away from the Specter name, away from privilege, power, and the brutal gravity of legacy. Strangers—yet not entirely. Not blood-related, no, but still tethered by the complicated, tangled roots of family.
My cousins, he thought grimly.
Step-cousins, techni
