The photograph slid from her shaking fingers and landed face-down on the floor.
She stared at it.
Stared through it.
No. No, no, no.
Her hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as her chest heaved, trying to make sense of what she’d seen. A little girl with wild curls and eyes just like hers. A boy beside her with Lucien’s smirk—even then. A sticky note on the back in her mother’s handwriting:
“Your brother, Lucien. Don’t ever tell her.”
Everything spun.
The taste of him still lingered on her lips. His hands on her body. The way he’d touched her like she belonged to him.
The way her wolf had responded.
She stumbled back, bile rising in her throat. Her heart tried to crawl up her ribs, break free. Her vision blurred as she sank to the floor.
He knew.
He knew.
And h
