Rhett
I raised a brow. "My heart? A match has been found?"
I waited, hoping she'd say something worthwhile. That maybe she'd tell me Dad had asked about me, that he gave an ultimatum of some sort. There was a message, a letter, a voice recording, a warning—anything.
Instead, her hand moved to rest over her stomach.
"No," She shook her head slowly, as a gentle and reverent smile spread across her face.
"I'm pregnant," she announced.
I stared at her for several long seconds, processing the information. Then I blinked.
"I'm not your husband," I said flatly. "Why are you telling me?"
Her smile widened as the carefully constructed porcelain mask of Luna Clara shattered. The softness drained from her eyes, revealing the vicious woman beneath-the one who had never bothered to hide her hatred for her stepson.
