Why did it feel like he was looking at something close to him?
It wasn't possession or desire, but something familial.
His gaze darkened slightly as it settled on his father. He wanted to ask if his dad had cheated on his mother, but there were outsiders, so he stopped himself.
But if there was even a fraction of truth to the situation, if there was any chance that Larissa Reyes was related to them by blood, then this wasn't something he could ignore.
He could not leave it to speculation.
He needed facts.
Because this—
This quiet, persistent suspicion—
Would either collapse under truth or rewrite everything he thought he knew.
Liam exhaled slowly, steadying himself, but the tension remained coiled beneath his calm exterior.
He didn't look away from her. Not anymore. He couldn't afford to.
He needed to investigate. To dig.
To confirm—
Or destroy the growing, dangerous thought before it took root too deeply.
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