“Talk now,” David growled, his voice rough with restrained fury. The barrel of his gun didn’t waver.
Jaylen lifted both hands slightly, not in surrender, but in peace. “Fine,” he said, his tone calm but hinted with exhaustion. He had no intention of fighting.
He told David everything, though not in totality but everything that now seemed obvious. About Hayden, about being twins and separated at birth, Briella being his first love and how he could never stand by and watch her walk blindly into danger.
“She’s not just some woman,” Jaylen said quietly. “She’s everything.”
David’s jaw clenched. “And do you know the person after her?”
Jaylen hesitated. “We don’t know who yet. But we are close.”
The room fell silent.
David slowly lowered the gun and rubbed a hand over his mouth, letting o
