Chapter 55: Blood Ties
Skylar's POV
The room felt too small, the air thick like I couldn't take a proper breath. My aunt-this stranger who was apparently my blood-stood there, her eyes calm but calculating, watching me like I was some kind of prized possession she'd finally gotten her hands on.
I said, shaking my head. "You don't get to walk into my life and rewrite my story. Family? Legacy? That's your excuse for all of this?
Her lips curved into a faint smile, but it wasn't warm. It was the kind of smile you'd see on someone who already thought they'd won. "Skylar, it's not rewriting your story—it's giving it purpose. Everything you've done, every choice you've made, it all leads back here. To us."
Us?" I repeated, scoffing, taking a backward step that the guards behind made clear I wasn't going anywhere with. "I don't even know you. And you think I'm just gonna jump on board with whatever twisted game you're playing?
