Ivy
The weight of the ring in my palm was heavier than it should have been. My mother’s ring—the one she always wore, the one I’d thought lost forever—now sat in my hand like a cruel reminder of everything I’d been robbed of. The smooth, cold metal against my skin sent chills through me. How had Killian gotten it? And why did he send it to me now?
I couldn’t stop staring at it, even as tears welled up in my eyes. This wasn’t just a wedding gift; it was a message. A taunt. He knew something—something I didn’t. And maybe Asher did too.
Killian’s words still echoed in my mind—Your mate can fill you in more. What had he meant by that? Why would Asher know anything about my mother? What could he possibly have kept from me? The thought twisted my insides with fear and anger. Had he known som
