Hiding My Twin Novel 46

Lucien’s hands trembled as he gripped the crumpled photograph, his knuckles turning white.

His breath was ragged, his golden eyes locked onto the image of Georgina—alive, shackled, and trapped in some dark dungeon.

Felicia knelt beside him, her chest tightening at the sight of Lucien so shaken. She had never seen him like this.

Never seen him this broken.

“Lucien,” she whispered, reaching out hesitantly.

His fingers tightened around the photograph, and when he finally spoke, his voice was raw, filled with disbelief and fury.

“One of the rogues had this.” His voice was low, but it carried a dangerous weight.

Felicia’s breath hitched. “What?”

Lucien exhaled sharply, his shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath. “This was on one of them. That means someone wanted me to find it.”

Felicia swallowed hard, trying to piece it all together. Danielle—or Daphne, whoever she was—was playing with them.

She was taunting Lucien.

Damien, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, his voice edged with suspicion. “And you’re sure this isn’t a trick?”

Lucien’s eyes snapped to him, filled with barely restrained rage.

“I don’t need you questioning me right now.” His voice was a dangerous growl.

Damien crossed his arms. “I’m not questioning you—I’m questioning this whole damn situation. If your sister really is behind this, then why would she let you find this photo?”

Lucien’s jaw tightened, and his gaze flickered back to the photograph.

“Because she wants me to come after them,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Felicia’s stomach twisted painfully.

Lucien’s fingers trailed over the image of Georgina’s face, his eyes dark with memories. “I can’t believe she’s alive. I thought I lost her forever.”

Felicia could hear the pain in his voice. She had never known the full extent of Lucien’s grief—only that Georgina had vanished a few nights after Daphne was killed.

Now, everything was twisting into something darker, something crueler.

Lucien suddenly clenched his jaw, his expression hardening. “She was close to Daphne. They were like sisters.”

Felicia’s brows furrowed. “And now she’s her prisoner?”

Lucien swallowed, his throat working as if the words physically hurt to say. He turned the photo around, his gaze dark and unreadable.

“If Daphne is alive—or whatever she is now—then she’s the one who took her.”

Damien cursed under his breath, his face darkening with something Felicia couldn’t place—anger? Sympathy? Guilt?

Lucien took a deep breath, his entire body vibrating with fury. “I need to find them. I need to get them back.”

Felicia nodded immediately, her voice firm. “Then we go after them. We find them together.”

But Lucien’s eyes hardened as he turned to her.

“No.”

Felicia froze. “What?”

Lucien clenched his fists. “You’re not coming. You’re not staying here, either.”

Felicia’s stomach dropped. “Lucien, what are you saying?”

His voice was sharp, filled with authority, and it made her chest tighten. “You and the boys need to go to Crescent Moon Pack. Stay with Damien.”

Felicia’s eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”

Lucien met her gaze firmly, his expression unreadable. “I am. It’s not safe for you here anymore.”

Felicia felt a sharp pang of frustration. “You can’t just send us away.”

Lucien exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Felicia, listen to me. I don’t know what I’ll be walking into. If this is a trap, I can’t have you and the boys caught in it. You’ll be safer with Damien.”

Felicia’s hands curled into fists. “And what about you?”

Lucien’s jaw tightened. “I’ll find Georgina and end this.”

Damien, who had been watching the conversation silently, finally stepped forward. “For once, I agree with him. You and the boys should be somewhere safe.”

Felicia turned to glare at him. “You would say that.”

Damien’s eyes darkened, but his voice remained steady. “Lucien’s right about one thing—this isn’t a battle you should be fighting. Not when you have two little boys to protect.”

Felicia wanted to argue, but deep down, she knew they were both right.

Her shoulders slumped slightly as she let out a slow breath. “Fine.”

Lucien nodded. “I’ll have warriors escort you to Crescent Moon Pack before dawn.”

Felicia looked at him one last time, something in her chest tightening. “Promise me you’ll come back.”

Lucien’s gaze softened for a brief moment before he turned away, gripping the photo tighter.

“I don’t plan on dying yet, Felicia.”