Aidan.
We didn't waste a second after leaving the dungeon. The moment Patricia's words settled in, we all moved, fast, urgent, driven by a mixture of anger, disbelief, and something far darker simmering beneath the surface.
Vanessa had a lot to explain.
Our footsteps echoed through the corridor as we made our way to her room, none of us speaking, yet everything hanging heavily in the silence between us. By the time we reached her door, the tension was unbearable.
Without hesitation, we pushed it open and barged in.
The door slammed against the wall, and both Vanessa and Anabel flinched at the sudden intrusion, their bodies reacting instantly to the force of our entrance.
"Brothers, what's wrong with you?" Anabel asked, her brows knitting together in confusion as her gaze moved from one of us to the other.
But none of us answered.
At least…not calmly.
Adrien was the first to move.
