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"You mean you were friends. Before she got married."

"Yes," she nods.

"And what she tell you?" I hiss.

"Just the truth."

"Which is what, exactly?"

"You, your brother, and Ivette grew up in an orphanage together."

"Common knowledge," I hiss.

She crosses her arms. "Until the day Xander got adopted. Or rather, you did."

My jaw ticks. I didn't think Ivette would've ever mentioned it. She was too ashamed. Too hurt.

"You can't blame me for that," I argue. "Heath's grandfather didn't meet me. He only met Xander. If he saw me first, he would have picked me. He was a smart man."

"But the problem is, you were both there. He had to pick one," Heath muses. "So, you stole the opportunity from your own brother."

"He would have done the same," I say, and the words sound hollow, even to my own ears.

"Is that so?"

"You heard him," Rain interrupts. "The two of them were competing their whole lives. And he won. He won, and Xander lost."

"He never stopped competing," I mutter.

"And you stole a life from him," Heath argues. "A good life. One filled with money and power. One he was entitled to."

"I was entitled to it, too."

"Maybe," Rain admits. "Or maybe it was just meant for you, and not him. But he won't believe that."

"No," I shake my head. "He won't."

"You need to turn yourself over to him."

I look up at Heath. "Like hell I will."

"You have a choice. Either give yourself to him, and live. Or die."

"I'm not ready to die," I snarl.

"Then you need to end this," Heath argues.

"I'll do whatever it takes," I promise.

"Including sacrificing your wife?" Rain asks softly.

"No," I snap. "Tallulah will always be my priority. I'll always keep her safe."

"Will you?" Rain tilts her head.

"Of course."

"You're not very good at keeping promises, Xavier."

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