"Does he?" Miles shot back, his tone sharp.

Karl chuckled, motioning for Dorian to step closer. "Why don’t you tell me? Or do you need a closer look to figure it out?"

Dorian stepped forward, stopping just short of Logan and Miles. At this distance, every detail of his face—every line, every feature—was crystal clear.

And I saw it too. My breath caught in my throat as that voice inside me screamed louder than ever: 'It’s him. He’s ...