KANE'S POV

It hit me slow… but heavy, like a goddamn freight train slamming into my chest.

That face...

That scar, the way his mouth pulled on one side when he grinned. The glint in his eye that wasn't just cocky—it was familiar. I'd seen him before...years ago. Maybe not as Ross Bane. He wasn’t Ross then.

I couldn’t place the name he used back then, but I knew the face. He’d been at one of Father’s underground negotiations. He hadn’t spoken much, just lingered in ...