Perfection was expected. We were Ares by name, ruin by birthright. A family built on power. Love. Lies. Until she came. The sister we didn’t want. The secret we couldn’t bury. The liar who smiled while everything burned. One night. Two caskets. And the truth? Still breathing. Now it’s on me to find it. And all roads lead back to her. Angelica. She has nowhere left to run. No mother to hide behind. No father to exile her. Just us. And I don’t want her confessions. I want her on her knees. I’ll make her talk. Make her scream. Until I don’t just crave the truth—I crave her. Even if it kills us both.