Mara
“I’m sorry, Mara,” Lucian whispered, his voice raw against the stillness of the room. “I’m sorry you have to go through this s**t. I promise I’ll never do anything again that will cause you pain.”
I knew he meant it. I felt it in our bond—clear and true.
But that didn’t change reality.
Another woman was carrying his child. And because of that, she was moving into our home.
No amount of heartfelt apologies could undo that fact.
In that moment, lying in his arms, I wished I had a bit of Martha in me. The cold, cunning edge. The ability to use influence and power without flinching. If I were like her, I could manipulate the DNA results, twist the law, and have Tina—and her baby—gone when the time came.
And maybe… maybe I would.
I wasn’t noble. I had limits. And Tina had already t
