He caught her with one arm and held her close. She weighed almost nothing. Her small hands clutched his shirt as if he were the only solid thing left in the world.
“It’s over,” he told her.
But even as he said it, he knew it was not true.
By noon, the estate had become a fortress.
Every gate was sealed. Every camera reviewed. Every staff member questioned under guard. Dr. Bell stitched Dominic’s wound in the library while Mia slept upstairs with Harper curled beside her, both of them watched by men Dominic trusted because he had personally chosen them and because, for the first time in his adult life, trust felt like a word made of glass.
Nathan Cross sat bound to a chair in the old billiard room.
His face was swollen. His shirt was stained with wine and blood. Yet he still held himself with the tired dignity of a man who believed history would understand him.
Dominic entered alone.
Nathan looked at the bandage beneath Dominic’s black shirt.
“She cut you,” he said.
Dominic closed the door. “Claire escaped through the north drainage tunnel. Your tunnel.”
Nathan looked away.
Dominic walked to the window. Outside, men moved across the grounds with dogs and rifles. Snow had begun to fall, thin as ash.
“You trained her well,” Dominic said.
“I trained her to survive.”
“You trained her to hate me.”
Nathan’s mouth tightened. “Your father earned that hatred.”
“My father is dead.”
“Men like your father never die. They just leave sons to collect the debts.”
Dominic turned.
For a moment, he wanted to kill Nathan. Not with a bullet. Not cleanly. He wanted to take the seventeen years of false brotherhood and carve them out of him piece by piece.
Instead, he placed a folder on the billiard table.
His son’s file.
“Name,” Dominic said.
Nathan stared at it.
“Name.”
Silence.
Dominic leaned down until they were eye to eye.
“You have one useful truth left in you.”
Nathan breathed through his nose. His gaze moved to the door, then back.
“He was given the name Adrian.”
Dominic’s face remained still.
“Adrian what?”
Nathan smiled faintly. “Cross.”
The room became very quiet.
Dominic understood the final cruelty then.
Nathan had not only hidden his son.
He had claimed him.
“He thinks I’m his father,” Nathan said.
Dominic’s hand moved so fast Nathan did not see it coming. The blow knocked the chair sideways. Nathan hit the floor hard, still bound, gasping.