Òyì nke e mepụtara

not as secrets, but as pillars. Cassian, sharp-eyed and patient; Mateo, who handled numbers like weapons; Idris, who never spoke unless it mattered; Luca, who made enemies disappear with unsettling grace; and Ren, the only one who could make Elira laugh when the weight got too heavy. And then there were the children. Always the children. Four identical girls—her twins twice over—stormed through the estate like a single chaotic force split into mirrors. Lyra, Livia, Lune, and Lark.