"Why did he get the memories and not me?" Andres demanded.
Logically, he couldn't grasp the insane physics of Griffin's explanation.
But emotionally, he had already accepted that Charlie was his other half.
Griffin gave him a heavy look.
"Because you were the only one capable of giving Maeve children. That was something Charlie could never do, no matter how hard he tried."
"Besides, before he died, he already gave you the entire story."
Andres suddenly remembered the bizarre, fragmented dream he had buried two years ago.
Fate had truly been written long before they were born.
Whether in the past or the present, Nancy was always destined to be Maeve's mortal enemy.
"So why exactly does Nancy have to live?" Maeve hissed.
She had butchered Charlie. She had carved out his heart.
Maeve felt that giving the woman a thousand cuts wasn't nearly enough.
Griffin's tone grew solemn. "The Grover family had a protector, a mystic whose power rivaled my own."
"After Charlie died, I couldn't tell you the truth because the moment I did, Andres would die."
"The only way to break the deadlock was to wait for the twins to reincarnate."
"Only once you were pregnant could I safely reveal everything."
That was why Griffin had vanished after Charlie's death.
He knew Maeve's relentless nature; she would have interrogated him until she got answers.
"And the mystic who protected the Grovers played a vicious hand. He tied Nancy's life force directly to the twins."
Andres felt a chill run down his spine.
"What does that mean?"
"It means exactly what it sounds like," Griffin said coldly. "If Nancy dies, the twins lose their chance to be born."
"And without those babies, Maeve will absolutely not live past twenty-two."
Andres inhaled sharply, the terrifying reality finally settling in.
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