Reigna.
Black hair, his eyes, calm fury etched across her face. She looked eerily like the woman Oliver had tried so hard to forget.
Mother.
"Don't move," she said, steady and cold.
The team froze at the threshold.
"Drop your weapons or she dies."
Oliver raised a hand. "Stand down," he told his team. "Let me talk to her."
Reigna's eyes narrowed.
"You've caused me a lot of trouble," she said. "Then again, you've been doing that since you were thirteen."
Oliver blinked.
Her voice didn't just sound angry, it sounded personal.
"You… know me?" he asked slowly. "Before I came to the university." He clarified.
"Oh, I know exactly who you are." Reigna pressed the gun closer to Kayla's head. "You're the boy who killed my mother."
Oliver felt the floor shift beneath him.
"No," he whispered. "That's not possible."
"She was my mother," Reigna said. "Maybe not to you. But my father took me away to protect me from you. You never even asked if she had another child, did you?"
