Makayla didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Because this didn’t make sense.
Gino wasn’t supposed to know this place. He wasn’t supposed to have any connection to this. He was just their dad—just a human.
But nothing was making sense anymore.
And the way he was looking at the ruins, like he recognized them, like something deep inside him had woken up—
It made Makayla’s blood run cold.
Mikhail’s voice was calm, but Makayla could hear the edge beneath it. “How do you know this place?”
Gino didn’t answer right away. His eyes were locked onto the entrance, dark and distant, as if he was seeing something the rest of them couldn’t.
Makayla swallowed hard. “Gino.”
Finally, he exhaled.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, voice quiet. “I just... do.”
Makayla’s chest tightened.
It wasn’t enough.
She
