Zayn.
A shiver ran down her spine before she forced it away, clenching her jaw and grounding herself in the present.
“And then?” Lena asked quietly, her voice strained.
“And then,” Lana whispered, tears slipping freely now, “He just… went still. And that’s when he told me that Logan is his stepbrother and that we should go speak somewhere else.”
The room seemed to tilt.
Lena sank back onto the couch, her legs suddenly unable to support her weight, her thoughts spiraling chaotically as fragments of everything she had endured—the accusations, the island, the captivity, the cruelty, the desire—began to align into a picture so twisted and cruel that it made her stomach churn.
All that tormenting.
All that suspicion.
All because of a lie that had never existed in the first place.
And a
