Thoren
David’s shoulders finally dropped like a man who knew there was no way out.
“She’s my sister,” he said, voice brittle. “Bethany.”
Silence stretched like a blade between us.
I clenched my jaw. “You want to repeat that?”
“I’m her younger brother. She sent me to get a job here three years ago. She told me not to mention it when I got the job here. Said it would ruin the credibility of the lab if anyone found out.”
“Because she planned to use you,” I snapped.
He nodded. “From the beginning.”
Kael made a noise of disgust beside me. “So this wasn’t some last-ditch scheme?”
“No.” David’s voice was hollow now. “It’s been in motion for three years. She knew eventually, it would come down to a paternity test. She just had to wait for the right moment. I got the job. Got established.
