Lena
“You’re asking the wrong villain.”
Rowan’s voice faded into darkness.
And silence hit harder than the collapsing rink.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
My heart hammered painfully while his words echoed inside my head.
Ask your brother what he stole from Ava before she died.
No.
I turned slowly.
Mason had gone pale.
Too pale.
And suddenly—
Fear entered my chest.
Not fear of Rowan.
Fear of truth.
The corridor shook violently.
Dust drifted through weak emergency lights.
But I barely noticed.
My eyes stayed on Mason.
“What does he mean?”
My brother looked exhausted.
His shoulders sagged.
And for the first time since finding him—
He looked afraid of me.
Not Rowan.
Me.
The realization hurt.
“Mason?”
His jaw tightened.
“Lena—”
“No.”
My voice cracked.
“No more
