I glanced between the two men standing before me, and there was no denying the similarities. Sadly, Elias truly did resemble his father. And that father of his? He was staring at me with an expression I couldn’t quite place.
“It’s good to finally meet the renowned Lyra. Your mother spoke of you constantly,” Declan said.
“Finn Corwin,” I replied, voice level.
“That’s the name your mother knew me by. I couldn’t afford to reveal my real identity,” he answered.
“You were involved with her,” I said plainly.
“I was. But only after my mate passed. And you were just a child back then,” Declan replied without hesitation.
“I know. For a while, people even wondered if you were my biological father,” I told him.
“That would’ve meant you were fated to your brother,” Declan said, voice neutral.
