Clay's POV
The cabin was too quiet, but my mind wouldn’t stop screaming. I stayed by the window, staring out at the trees as moonlight filtered through the branches. Amaya’s words still echoed in my head, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. Her frustration, her anger—they had hit their mark.
It shouldn’t have gotten to me. It wasn’t supposed to. But it did.
I clenched my jaw, my gaze fixed on the silver light outside. She deserved answers, but how could I give her what she wanted without dragging her into something far darker than she could imagine?
The emblem she’d found wasn’t just a trinket—it was a symbol of a legacy I never asked for, tied to a history my mother spent her whole life running away from.
It was something they both made the decision to hide away so no one would
