“I didn’t know,” Lucas said, voice hoarse. “I didn’t know any of this.” Kiara took a step toward him. “But now you do,” she whispered. “You were ours first. You’re still ours.” Daisy flinched, but said nothing. Lucas turned away. The walls felt too close. The room, too loud.
Lucy placed a hand on his shoulder, silent. His little sister. The only one who hadn’t spoken. Her eyes said everything: that she loved him, even if the blood didn’t match. Even if fate had made a mess of the math. Lucas swallowed hard. Nothing would be the same again.