The words did not make sense.
They hovered in the air like something unreal.
He’s mine.
Lena’s mind refused to process them.
Noah lay weakly on the bed, small fingers clutching the blanket, eyes wide with confusion as he looked between the two men standing over him.
Alex didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
And somehow that was more terrifying than anger.
The red emergency lights flickered again, painting his face in shadows.
“Say that again,” Alex said quietly.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm that came right before destruction.
The man smiled.
“I knew you’d struggle with acceptance.”
Alex lifted the gun slightly.
Not shaking.
Perfectly steady.
“You have one chance,” he said. “Explain.”
The man chuckled softly and slipped his free hand into his coat pocket, pulling
