-Julien Grayson:
My hands slowly tightened into fists.
"That doesn't make sense," I whispered.
But it didn't sound as certain as before.
Not anymore.
Because I could still see it.
The way he looked at me.
The way he spoke.
There was no hesitation.
No shift.
No sign of a lie.
I lifted my gaze back to him slowly, my heart beating harder now, not from fear—but from something else.
Something unsettled.
"If you're an Enigma…" I started slowly, my eyes narrowing just a little as I studied his face again, "Why do your eyes look different from my dad's?"
The question hung between us.
Heavy.
Important.
He didn't answer.
Not even a flicker of reaction.
Just silence.
My jaw tightened.
Of course.
Of course, he wouldn't answer that.
Frustration rose quickly in my chest, sharp and immediate, pushing past the confusion and the fear and everything else that had been building inside me since I woke up here.
