Logan gripped the edge of the table hard enough to whiten his knuckles.
"Say that again," he said.
"Westwood was never your surname," Kira repeated. "It was the name of the house that protected yours. A shield, not a bloodline. Ephraim gave you nothing when he called you that. He only kept the mask already in place before you ever came into his hands."
"That is not possible." Logan's voice shook slightly, more from exhaustion than doubt, his body still weak from days of wounds that refused to heal properly. "I have no memory of any family beyond Ephraim's estate. No house. No protectors. Nothing."
"You would not remember," Kira said. "You were taken from that house before you were old enough to hold a proper memory of it. Everyone who might have told you the truth afterward was silence
