No one fired.
Not yet.
But every gun in the warehouse was pointed at her.
Aruna could feel Dante’s presence behind her—close enough to protect, far enough to let her choose.
Always letting her choose.
Adrian stood perfectly still across from her, hands relaxed at his sides, as if he weren’t the center of a battlefield.
As if this were still a conversation.
“You had a twin,” Aruna repeated, her voice steady despite the tremor crawling under her skin.
Her biological mother stood frozen several feet away, regret written across every rigid line of her posture.
“Yes,” the woman said softly.
Aruna’s eyes didn’t leave Adrian.
“And you took them.”
Not a question.
A statement.
Adrian didn’t deny it.
He tilted his head slightly, studying her reaction with clinical fascination.
“I pre
