Zayn froze in place, the names still echoing in his mind—Lana and Lena Pearson. The world around him seemed to spin, slow and merciless, as one question burned into his skull like acid:
Was Lena aware that she was Logan’s daughter when we were on the island?
He felt bile rise in his throat, hot and bitter. His knees threatened to give way, though he forced himself upright. Everything rotated around him, the air heavy and suffocating. The absurdity, the impossibility, the raw horror of the thought slammed into him: I slept with my cousin! Not direct blood relation, yes, but still part of the same family. The realization twisted his stomach, coiling like a snake.
How many secrets has she been keeping from me? How much of what I believed was a lie?
The fire in his chest flared, twin flame
