Chapter 2 - The Mysterious Stranger
Prescott returned five minutes later leading a woman whose worn canvas coat looked entirely out of place against the marble foyer.
Her boots were scuffed from miles of walking, yet her posture remained remarkably upright and composed.
I stood behind my heavy mahogany desk, keeping my right hand hovering inches from the concealed sidearm.
“You have thirty seconds to explain how you know about my children before my security handles this,” I growled.
She didn't flinch or look at the armed guards standing by the doorway.
Her dark green eyes locked onto mine with a fierce, quiet intensity that immediately demanded my full attention.
“My name is Evelyn Vance, Lawson,” she said, her voice smooth despite her ragged appearance.
“And thirty seconds is more than enough time to tell you that Genevieve never died of heart failure.”
The air rushed out of my lungs as if I had been struck in the chest with an iron bar.
My guards moved forward instantly, but I held up a sharp hand to freeze them in place.
“What did you just say about my wife?” I whispered, the blood roaring inside my ears.
Evelyn took a single slow step forward, pulling a tarnished silver locket from beneath her collar.
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“Genevieve didn't die in that hospital room two years ago, Lawson,” Evelyn stated flatly.
“She was hidden away, and her rare blood holds the exact synthetic antibodies your twins need to survive right now.”
