Thorne didn’t speak as he watched his sister.
He didn’t move. He just stared at Vale like he was watching a man set fire to the last bridge out of hell.
The room had already been poisoned with the weight of what they’d done, but now—now the air turned colder, heavier, as if even the walls were listening.
Mirena blinked rapidly, her fingers pressed to her temples, as if she could physically hold back the storm building behind her eyes. But she couldn’t. Not anymore. None of them could.
Sylvana didn’t stop. Her voice cracked open like a whip across the marble floor, wild and furious, her heels clicking like gunshots against the ground.
“You want to what? Bring her back? After everything? After we—after you—told her she was nothing but a stain on this family’s name? After we threw her
