"So you mean to say Alexander and Eric are working together to destroy the Greysons?" Winter asked, her voice unsteady, her eyes locked on Kalix's.
"But why?"
Kalix's reply came without pause, his tone smooth and cutting, like a blade through glass. "Because they believe they've been wronged by your family."
The words struck her like stones cast into still water, rippling through her chest until they sank heavy into her bones. Winter wanted to deny it, to argue—but the truth clung, sharp and undeniable.
Her thoughts twisted toward the shadowed name that rose unbidden, the one that had always lingered at the edges of every whispered family scandal.
David Greyson.
Who else could it be?
Her father's greed had never known limits. Reckless choices, selfish ambition, alliances built not on loyalty but on convenience—David had carved fractures into the Greyson legacy. Fractures that time had only widened. Even Bryson, as steady as stone, had questioned his son's integrity.
