**Gaia's POV**

I freeze, my mind reeling.

I can't even confirm for myself whether Dennis and I are related. The suspicion has haunted me, but I've never had proof. Never had certainty.

So how can Vincenzo speak with such absolute confidence?

I search his face, looking into those deep blue eyes, and see something that makes my blood run cold. A flash of cunning. Of calculated manipulation. Of danger barely contained beneath that polished surface.

And something ...