Kane
The freezing water cut through me like knives.
Lena clung to the broken edge of ice beside me, breathing hard while shattered chunks floated around us.
And above—
The hooded man stood watching.
Her voice cracked.
“Mason…?”
No.
My pulse hammered violently.
Because it wasn’t Mason.
But I understood why she thought it was.
Same dark hair.
Same jawline.
Same height.
The resemblance hit like a punch.
For one impossible second even I felt my mind stumble.
Then the man smiled.
And that smile erased every doubt.
Cold.
Cruel.
Wrong.
Not Mason.
Never Mason.
Lena stared upward in horror.
“What—”
The hooded figure tilted his head.
“You look disappointed.”
The voice echoed through the chamber.
Clear now.
No speakers.
No distortion.
Just Rowan.
Alive.
My stomach tig
