Chapter 95

Draven’s POV

“What nonsense are you spouting, Seraphine?” I growled, breaking the heavy silence that followed her shocking claim.

“It’s no nonsense, Draven. It’s the truth. Maeve—your mate and the so-called Gifted One—is Lennox and Luther’s sister,” Seraphine repeated, her voice calm.

Luther stormed forward, rage in every step. “What on earth are you playing at, Seraphine?”

“Quiet,” I snarled, cutting him off. My dark eyes flicked from Seraphine to Lennox, who remained motionless, silent. His blue gaze was wary, hawk-like, and I felt chills run down my spine. This couldn’t be real. I managed a harsh, dry laugh. “This—this has to be a joke,” I said, shaking my head, stepping back.

Dorian stood frozen for once, eyes wide, speechless. He clearly thought it was just a brazen lie. Maeve couldn’t be their sister—she couldn’t be a Black. The realization knotted my chest and stole my breath. Fuck. I didn’t even want to breathe.

“What bloody games a