“There’s no ‘split’ in Orion’s world. Only one predator at the top.” Nadia’s finger tightened.
Elena smiled—a genuine, sad smile. “You’re right. There’s not.”
Nadia stood in the doorway, her pistol leveled. “Mother always said you were the favorite. But this? This is about who’s better .”
Nadia hesitated. Then, for the first time in years, she took her sister’s hand.