Everyone turned to see Rade wheeling Atlas inside the mansion. Ryle’s eyes widened, and Lovie gasped, trembling as Rade helped Atlas stand.

“Sorry, Ryle,” I gritted. “I must have missed something, you were saying?”

He swallowed. “H-how can he be here? No! He’s a fake! He’s a —“

“The only fake here is you,” I snapped, stepping between him and Atlas. “And you know the best part, I am going to prove it right now!”

Gasps rippled through the guests ...