Only then did Cedric understand what he should have known from the start. The person who had held him that day, the one he had remembered all these years as his salvation, had carried a faint, clean scent. Ivy had always worn heavy perfume.
His eyes widened. His mind went blank for one breath, then snapped violently back into motion.
All these years, Ivy had never once told him where she had supposedly found him. Yet moments ago, Fiona had answered without hesitation.
Cedric was not a fool. Once a lie split open, the truth had a way of rushing in through the crack.
He had mistaken another woman for his savior for years. And moments ago, he had nearly killed the woman who had actually saved his life!
Something inside him twisted hard enough to hurt. Guilt, misplaced devotion, years of
