Adrian led her to the living room.
He didn't touch her. Didn't offer her a seat. He stood by the fireplace, his arms crossed, his face hard. She had never seen him like this — not angry, exactly. Worse. Betrayed.
"Say it," he said.
Nina stood in the middle of the room, her hands at her sides. She didn't sit either.
"My name is Nina Black. Vanessa is my older sister."
"How long have you known?"
"Known what?"
"That she was your sister. When you took the job. When you walked into my office. When you —" His voice cracked. "When you let me fall in love with you."
Nina closed her eyes. "I knew from the beginning."
Adrian laughed — a bitter, hollow sound. "From the beginning. So every word. Every touch. Every time you said my name. It was all a lie."
"No."
"Then what was it?"
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