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    Quinn’s chin lifted, her voice low but vibrating with a rage that threatened to crack the marble floor. “I warned you. Every insult she spits at my parents earns her a blow. She still owes me one more.”

    Leander stepped forward, shoulders squared. “I won’t allow you toy another finger on her.”

    Quinn did not flinch. “And what if I decide I must?”

    He nted himself in front of Serena, arms spread as though he could shield the entire world. “She belongs to the Fane family,” he said evenly. “You can’t do whatever you want with her.”

    Until Serena delivered the stem–cell donation Lena needed to stay alive, nothing could be allowed to happen to her. That single fact hammered through Leander’s brain louder than the throbbing in his gut.

    Quinn’s fist pivoted mid–air and crashed into Leander’s stomach. The impact sounded like a dull drumbeat inside the ss lobby.

    Quinn’s voice trembled, yet every word shed. “Rowan, those are our parents— the ones who gave you life and raised you. You know your own blood. How can you stand idle while strangers disgrace them? If their souls still hover above us, watching, do iyou /ithink they can rest with you shielding the one who taunts their memory?”

    Misted tears swam in Quinn’s amber eyes, threatening to spill yet refusing to grant her the mercy of blindness.

    She could excuse anything–his hidden burdens, the amnesia that had stolen his past, all of it. But she could not, would not, ept that he would stand in front of her and defend the mouth that dirtied their parents‘ names.

    Leander doubled over but refused to stagger back, swallowing the wave of pain as though it were penance long overdue.

    A sharp, pulsing ache fanned out from his abdomen, each throb reminding him of

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    Yet the hurt in her eyes–and the usations threaded through her voice–broke him far more than any aching muscle.

    Serena scrambled to her feet, hair disheveled yet smile vicious. “How dare you strike Leander! You’re finished, Quinn. The Fane family will ruin you for this.”

    She was merely a cousin from a coteral line, but Leander–on paper, at least- stood as the sole son of the Fane patriarch.

    Laura stepped forward, seething. “The Fanes can’t touch Quinn here. This is Azania, not Celosia! Remember that before you threaten her.”

    Serena jabbed a finger at the circle of uniformed security guards. “She hit someone. That’s a fact. All of you saw it. These men are witnesses. Are you nning to twist the truth for her?”

    Laura snorted. “Twist what? You insulted her parents first, you poisonous little viper!”

    One of the guards stepped forward, voice diplomatic. “Miss, perhaps you should apologize to Ms. Fane before this esctes further.”

    After all, everyone working the lobby knew Serena’s pedigree; she had drifted in and out of the building all week, unting it like a badge.

    Quinn’s renced across the space to Serena. “Apologize? To her? She isn’t worthy.”

    Color rushed into Serena’s cheeks, fury and humiliation colliding in a single hot

    wave.

    At that moment, a convoy of ck sedans glided to a stop at the building’s grand

    entrance.

    The security team snapped to attention, forming two neat lines to wee whoever was about to emerge.

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    When the rear door swung wide and a familiar silhouette unfolded from the leather interior, Quinn’s spine locked rigid.

    It was Julius.

    The razor–cut midnight suit hugged his tall frame, and the chill in his sculpted features made the temperature in the lobby dip a sudden degree.

    He stood only a few steps away–so close she could have counted the golden flecks in his eyes. Just days earlier, they had shared the same windswept ind, the silence between them broken only by the surf.

    Yet, now, an invisible wall rose between them. He felt suddenly remote, a continent she could no longer reach.

    “Mr. Whitethorn!” Serena hurried forward, her heels clicking like tiny gavel strikes. “That woman attacked Leander and me right outside your building. We were invited here as honored guests of the Whitethorn family. Surely you won’t let her get away with it.”

    “It was a misunderstanding, nothing more,” Leander said as he joined them, his tone aiming for calm even while tension pulsed in his jaw.

    “Misunderstanding?” Serena’sugh was sharp enough to split ss. “She hit me, Leander–kicked me. I’m getting a medical exam the moment we leave. And when you stepped in to help, she struck you too, then dared to call you her brother. What sister beats her own brother?”

    She then looked at Julius. “Mr. Whitethorn, you aren’t involved with this Quinn Bridger, are you? Don’t tell me you n to shield her and sweep everything under the rug.”

    Julius‘ eyesi–/icool, eagle–bright–flicked toward Quinn for the briefest beat. “She and I share no connection,” he said, voice t as winter stone.

    Relief shed across Serena’s face. She straightened, victory lighting her smile. Today, she told herself, Quinn would finally be ruined.

    “Julius, you’re not seriously taking her side, are you?” Laura called out. “Do you

    even know why Quinn hit Serena?”

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    “I have no interest in the why,” Julius replied. He turned ito /ithe nearest security guard. “Call the police. Let them handle it.”

    “At once, sir.” The guard dipped his head and moved off, phone already in hand.

    “Security cameras caught the whole thing, didn’t they?” Serena’s smile widened, malice glittering behind perfectshes. “Quinn, you’re finished.”

    Leander’s brow tightened. “Serena, this doesn’t need to go that far.”

    “Leander!” She stamped a heel. “I’m your sister. I’m the one you’re supposed to protect.”

    Leander’s rebuttal caught in his throat. Words failed him, hanging there like birds afraid to leap.

    Quinn met Serena’s re, her expression carved from calm granite. “We’ll see who’s finished. Do you understand the penalty in Azania for insulting a fallen war hero?”