Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Lennox’s POV

Silence.

The kind of silence that swallows you whole.

The kind that sinks its claws into your chest and squeezes until you can’t tell if you want to scream, vomit, or laugh.

Cousins.

After everything... after the bond we thought we had? After the way we loved her?

Louis turned around so fast his boots scraped the marble, his fists clenched, so tightly his knuckles looked like bone. "No... no, this can’t be right."

But it made sense. It made horrible, painful sense.

I thought back to Great-grandmother Hailee’s words. "Something is coming... something that will break you. But don’t be afraid—it was meant to be."

This was what she meant.

It was Olivia.

I buried my face in my hands. "Why... why didn’t you tell us? Why keep this a secret?"