DERRICK POV
Dalton was hiding something.
I could feel it in my bones—same way you feel a storm coming. No proof. No smoking gun. Just this weight in my chest, this gut-deep certainty that he was keeping a piece of the puzzle from me.
And whatever it was, it had to do with my little mouse.
Kai.
Even thinking their name made something in me pull taut. Made it hard to breathe.
After what happened earlier—our little rendezvous, if you could call it that—I could barely stop myself from storming back to the twins and rearranging their faces until I couldn’t tell who was who anymore.
But I didn’t.
Because Dalton had said something I couldn’t ignore: that he didn’t know who they were talking to. There was a third voice. A third piece.
A third f*****g threat.
And I couldn’t risk smashing
