“I found it,” he said finally. “At school. Someone dropped it.”
I narrowed my eyes. He wasn’t lying, not exactly, but he wasn’t telling the whole truth either. Elijah never spoke unless he had weighed the words first.
Caleb came to peek over my arm, his eyes widening. “That’s him,” he said with childish bluntness. “That’s the alpha king, Myra’s daddy.”
Elijah’s jaw tightened. His silence screamed louder than Caleb’s words.
I sat heavily on the bed, the photo clutched to my chest. My boys. Too smart for their own good. Too sharp not to see the resemblance, the way Vincent’s shadow had started to creep into our lives again.
Eve’s voice hummed inside me. “They know.. You cannot hide it forever.”
“I don’t want them to know yet,” I whispered back, my throat aching.
But maybe they already
