Grace could feel her heartbeat echo in her ears. It wasn’t the blackout or the flaming “V” burning across the Paris skyline that made her blood run cold. It was a recording.
“He’s after your heir...”
Aria’s voice played over and over in her mind, even as the file corrupted and vanished like smoke. Grace clutched her abdomen instinctively.
She hadn’t told Nathaniel. She hadn’t even said it out loud to herself. But the test, the single line that turned into two, had changed everything.
Now Verona knew.
He always knew how to get under her skin. This wasn’t just about power anymore.
It was about blood. About her child.
Nathaniel’s child.
The future.
Her entire body tensed. No one, not even Verona, was going to steal that away from her.
The Safehouse Isn’t Safe Anymore
Nathaniel lit
