Cassian
The revelation hit Cassian like a physical blow, leaving him staggering backward until his shoulder struck the concrete wall of the underground medical facility. His genetic material. His DNA. Used to create one of Ravyn’s twins without his knowledge or consent.
“I didn’t know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he watched Ravyn struggle through another contraction while processing the same horrifying truth. “I swear to you, I had no idea what my father was doing with those medical examinations.”
Grayson’s protective instincts were clearly warring with his rational mind, but he remained focused on Ravyn as Dr. Martinez checked her dilation progress. “Eighteen years of harvesting genetic material,” Dr. Kellner said quietly, processing the scope of Valerius’s long-term
