Elena’s POV
“Your daughter?” Natasha scoffed, taking a step back. “That’s impossible, Samson. I would have remembered if I gave birth to a second child.”
“I never said you were her mother.” Samson shot his wife a look. “And no, I didn’t cheat on you, either. So don’t go there, Natasha.”
Natasha snapped her mouth shut at that.
“I wonder if that’s why the blood transfusions healed you so quickly,” Jayne mused, tapping her chin. “The blood bond you and Tyler may share could be strong indeed…”
Natasha looked like she was going to pass out when Jayne said that.
Before I could react—I was still too stunned to speak—Samson turned to me again. “Elena, what did you say your mother’s name was?”
I frowned. This all felt like a fever dream, but I managed to respond in a small voice, “Margaret.
