I breathed out a heavy, quaking breath as I turned to look at the man standing in front of me. Vickson was frozen, his jaw so taut that the muscles around his temples pulsated. He had always been there for me as a protector, brother, and cornerstone. But now, even he looked shaken by what we had uncovered.
This cannot be possible, I said very quietly almost with no voice.
Ethan, who had been uncomfortably quiet until then, finally stepped in. "It is, Emilia. You should brace yourself for the worst."
I shook my head. "No. There has to be some mistake. My father wouldn't—"
Ethan's eyes darkened and his tone became harsh as he interrupted me. "Your father is not the person you recall. He has played shadows for far too long. And now, he's coming for you."
My chest was racing at the rapid increase of Vickson's grip on my arm. "Ethan, I need you to spill it all. No more riddles," Vickson insisted, his tone dangerously low.