Sarah covered her mouth with a soft, mocking giggle. "Cyrus, just admit it. I know you're worried about me. If you call me Mom right now, I'll tell you that person's name."
Cyrus froze mid-step. Slowly, he turned to face her, his icy gaze locking onto hers—a stare so cold it could freeze hell itself.
"In your dreams," he said through gritted teeth. His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "You lost the right to that title a long time ago."
For a brief moment, Sarah's smile faltered. A flicker of pain flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a glint of madness. Her lips curled into a bitter smirk.
"Cyrus, this is your last chance," she said, her voice rising with venom. "Miss it, and you'll never know who that person is."
Cyrus's fists clenched at his sides
