My eyes slowly drag up from the photo in my shaky hands, the reddened sockets meeting Thomas as he turns around and looks down at what I'm holding.

"Tell me this isn't Levi's Father," I almost beg, my face numb and thumbs pressing hard on the photo.

Thomas moves immediately, dropping down to his knees in front of me just as I look back down at the photo. He quickly cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him, "It's not what you think. There's a reason Levi cuts him out of photos, he hates the man,"

"Why couldn't you have shown me this earlier?" I ask, desperate for any answers as I hold up the picture, my thumb over the face of the man who killed my parents.

That's why Levi's eyes always looked so familiar to me. My brain recognised that stare, but it didn't want to translate the knowledge of where from.

"It's a sore spot for him. We've been compelled against giving you any information about him, even a clue as to who he is," He speaks quickly, trying to throw as many words as possible at me in a short time.

"Why? What's so important about him besides the fact he killed my parents?" I stress, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as if that would calm me down. I blink, looking from Thomas to the photo and back again, "He killed Levi's Mum too, didn't he?"

All he can offer is a simple nod, so small my eyes almost don't register the movement.

I push myself to my feet, Thomas's hands dropping from my face as I bee-line for the door. He rushes after me but doesn't try to stop me, the picture hanging down by my side.

"Levi!" I call out to him as I turn into the kitchen where everyone is. He looks up from his spot sitting on the bench, his eyes darting to where my hand holds up the picture. "Your Dad?"

He opens and closes his mouth, but nothing except the sound of his breath escaping him comes out until he finds the words, "I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't,"

"You could have done something," I reason, getting closer to him as he drops from the table. My eyes glance to the table behind him where Leila sits alone, Alex and Yasmin having left to check on Alis. I turn back to Levi, my brows furrowed, "Why?"

"Why what?" He asks, looking down at me sadly.

Leila gets up from her seat, moving to stand next to me as she too looks between the photo in my hand and Levi. She was too young to put the pieces together.

"Why'd he do it? He didn't even know them," I clarify, his eyes now sending a chill down my spine. "He killed my parents and your Mum on the same night, why?"

"Because he found out," Levi chokes out, pain etching across his face.

"About what?" I breathe, anger rising in me as he avoids me eyes and looks around the room for some sort of escape. He looks behind me, presumably at Thomas with a pleading look. "About what, Levi!"

"About her!" He yells, turning his sights onto Leila who seems to jump at the sudden attention.

"Me?" Leila whispers, pointing a single finger at herself.

"What about her?" I ask, my voice softer as I study my little sister.

"You don't see it?" Levi responds vaguely, obviously compelled against saying it outright.

I study her face for a while longer, Leila squirming under everyone's gaze. I inspect every inch of her face, the way her nose forms as a button while mine flicks upwards at the tip, her soft cheekbones while Alis's and I's are sharp. Some things like her eyebrows and chin remind me of myself, but everything else?

I can't help but look down at the photo in my hand, slowly raising it up as my eyes flick from the smiling woman to my sister's scrunched-up face. They almost have the same face.

"No," I shake my head aggressively, slamming the picture into Levi's chest as I stare up at him with wide eyes, "No,"

"What? What is it?" Leila asks, stepping closer to us as she tries to get some answers.

"They kept her a secret from him, he was furious," Levi breathes, looking up as if he's currently remembering that night in perfect detail, the same way I remember it.

"Kept me from who?" Leila's voice gets louder.

"Your real father," I answer bluntly, my eyes not leaving Levi as I subconsciously compare their similar features. I'm too gobsmacked to tell her gently, something I know I'll feel guilty about later. "That doesn't make sense, why would they raise her if they weren't her child?"

"Michaela," Levi says slowly, grabbing my shoulders and looking me deeply in the eyes, "She's still your sister,"

"Are you trying to give me the 'blood doesn't matter' speech right now? I know that-"

"No, Michaela. Listen," He cuts me off, her tone more stern, "She is your sister. Mine too,"

"So she's..." I trail off, turning to Leila who looks like she wants to cry and disappear all at the same time. I turn back to Levi, my brows furrowed. I open my mouth, asking the question that desperately doesn't want to be asked, "My Dad and your Mum?"

There it is again, that slow, almost unnoticeable nod.

Leila jumps to my side, her arms harshly wrapping around me as she sobs into my shoulder. I feel numb, filled with shock over the revelation of my Dad's infidelity and the love-child sobbing in my arms.

After a few more minutes of Leila sobbing and me rubbing her hair, I step out of her hold and dig in the front pocket of my jeans. I pull the paper out of my pocket, clenching it in my hand as I move towards the kitchen bench and slam it down onto the surface.

"Someone tell me about this right now," I point an accusatory finger at the paper, looking up around at everyone, "I found it in Odin's pocket,"

"Is that Odin the very same Father Odin?" Lance asks, stepping closer to the kitchen island as he braces his hands on the edge and leans.

"Lance, I am not in the mood for your games-"

"It's like a calling card. Tells us who's in charge," He explains, that cocky smile causing me to clench my fists at my sides.

"Which means what?" I push further, my jaw ticking.

"Exactly what you think it means," He nods in confirmation. He seems to be enjoying himself a little too much, swaying back and forth slightly, "Someone lied to you, Hunter,"

"Is Dad...?" Leila begins, her words trailing off as her red-stained eyes stare at me for answers

"Alive," I answer, my jaw ticking like a bomb ready to be set off, "Dad's alive,"