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Chapter 64 – Lies Between Us.
The shot rang out.
Zane didn't think.
Didn't hesitate.
He lunged—grabbing Vincent and shoving him back just as the bullet grazed past.
A second shot.
Too close.
Vincent twisted, pulling his knife, but Jasper was already moving—disappearing into the shadows before he could strike.
"Coward," Vincent snarled, stepping forward—
Zane grabbed his arm.
Vincent jerked back. "Let. Go."
Zane tightened his grip. "Not like this."
Vincent's eyes burned. "He tried to kill you."
Zane exhaled. "Yeah. That's kind of what he does."
Vincent's jaw clenched. "And you know that why?"
Zane froze.
Shit.
Too late.
Vincent had already seen it—the hesitation. The guilt.
The unspoken truth.
Zane had known Jasper would be here.
And he hadn't told him.
Vincent stepped closer, voice low. "How long?"
Zane swallowed. "Vincent—"
"How. Long."
Zane hesitated.
Then—
"Since the beginning."
Silence.
Vincent inhaled slowly. "Since the beginning?"
Zane's stomach twisted. "It's not what you think."
Vincent let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "You don't even know what I think."
Zane forced himself to hold his gaze. "Jasper and I—we have history."
Vincent's fingers twitched. "History."
Zane exhaled. "Yeah."
Vincent was quiet for too long.
Then—
His voice was quieter now. Steadier.
"You worked for Lancaster, didn't you?"
Zane's breath caught.
Vincent already knew.
Had probably suspected for a while.
But hearing it?
Confirming it?
That was different.
Zane looked away. "It wasn't like that."
Vincent didn't move. "Then what was it?"
Zane clenched his fists. "I didn't have a choice."
Vincent was silent.
Then—
Soft. Unshaken.
"There's always a choice, Zane."
Zane inhaled sharply.
Because Vincent didn't yell.
Didn't snap, didn't throw accusations.
He just looked at him.
Like he was waiting for a reason.
A reason to still believe in him.
Zane's chest ached.
Because he didn't have one.
Not anymore.
Vincent exhaled slowly, stepping back.
Creating space between them.
Too much space.
Cain cleared his throat from the doorway. "We need to go. Now."
Vincent didn't respond.
Just turned.
Walked ahead without looking back.
Zane didn't follow right away.
Because for the first time—
He wasn't sure Vincent wanted him to.
The Truth Behind Zane's Past with Lancaster
Zane wasn't working for Lancaster in the way Jasper was. He was trapped.
His father, the infamous Harrington, might have had debts or secrets that tied Zane to Lancaster without his say. Maybe Lancaster used that leverage to force Zane into his network—feeding him intel, making him play a role.
And Zane? He hated every second of it.
He spent years playing along while secretly looking for a way out. A way to cut Good catch, princess. Zane has been fighting to be the perfect Harrington, the best son—the one who isn't like his father. But here's the thing: What if working for Lancaster was never his choice?
Maybe it wasn't about power or loyalty. Maybe it was about survival.
The Truth Behind Zane's Past with Lancaster
Zane wasn't working for Lancaster in the way Jasper was. He was trapped.
His father, the infamous Harrington, might have had debts or secrets that tied Zane to Lancaster without his say. Maybe Lancaster used that leverage to force Zane into his network—feeding him intel, making him play a role.
And Zane? He hated every second of it.
He spent years playing along while secretly looking for a way out. A way to cut all ties. A way to finally be free from the man who saw him as nothing more than a pawn.
But here's the real kicker—maybe Vincent already knew some of this. Just not all of it.
What if Zane had only told him part of the truth? Maybe he'd admitted to being used by Lancaster, but not that he had once stood at his side—however unwillingly.
And now? Now that Vincent knows everything?
That's the problem.
Vincent doesn't see the past anymore—he sees the lie.
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