Skylar paced inside Chris's chamber, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. The dim lighting cast shadows across her face, but the frustration in her eyes was unmistakable.
Chris sat calmly, his fingers steepled together, his gaze unwavering as he watched her.
"You still call him family?" Skylar finally asked, stopping in front of him. "After everything he did?"
Chris sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Because he is."
"Chris." Skylar exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Adrian started a war against you. He wanted to destroy everything you built, and now—what? You offer him a place in your empire?"
"I offered him survival," Chris corrected, his tone even. "But that does not mean I trust him."
Skylar stared at him, waiting for more.
Chris stood and walked to the window, looking over the vast Blackwood Empire. The lights of the city shimmered below, a reminder of the power he had shaped with his own hands.
"Blood does not wash away easily," he said finally. "And neither does loyalty."
Skylar scoffed. "Loyalty? Adrian chose war over loyalty. He betrayed you."
"Yes. And I defeated him." Chris turned back to her, his expression unreadable. "But that does not erase the past. No matter what he's done, he is still my brother."
Skylar crossed her arms again. "And what if he betrays you again? What if this is just another game?"
Chris smiled faintly, but there was no warmth in it. "Then I will end him myself."
Skylar held his gaze, searching for hesitation—there was none.
She sighed, rubbing her temple. "I hope you're right, Chris. Because if you're wrong... it won't just be him who suffers."
Chris nodded. "I know."
Silence stretched between them. Then, with one last look at him, Skylar turned and left the chamber, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts.
His decision had been made.
Now, it was up to Adrian to prove whether he was still family…or a mistake waiting to be corrected.