lvy’s POV
"Kian, I need answers," I said as soon as I stepped into the dim light of the back room at the safehouse. The walls were lined with old books and faded photographs, and the air smelled of dust and secrets. "I can’t keep living in confusion. My family… my bloodline—it’s all a mystery. I need to know who we really are."
Kian leaned against a battered wooden table, his dark eyes meeting mine with a mix of seriousness and sympathy. "Ivy, digging deeper into your lineage is dangerous," he replied in his low, steady voice. "But I know you’re determined. And if there’s one thing you have, it’s courage."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I have to know. I need to understand why Damien’s rejection hurt so much, why everything about me feels tied to a legacy of pa
