The city glowed beneath the glass walls of the penthouse, but Amelia barely noticed it now. Her reflection stared back at her—arms folded, shoulders tight, eyes searching for answers she wasn’t sure she wanted anymore.
Behind her, Ethan stood still.
Not distant.
Not cold.
Just… braced. Like a man standing at the edge of something that would either save him or ruin everything.
“You said you’d tell me the truth,” Amelia said quietly. “Not pieces of it. Not the parts you think I can handle.”
She turned slowly to face him. “All of it.”
Ethan nodded once.
“I owe you that,” he said. “And I should’ve done it sooner.”
He walked closer, stopping where the bond stirred—low and insistent, like a warning pulse beneath his skin.
“But understand this first,” he said. “What I’m about to tell yo
