Brittany's POV
Something primal twisted in my chest watching that little girl laugh.
I'd been tracking Ava's movements for the past hour. The more I observed, the more certain I became. Those eyes weren't just similar to Jason's—they were identical. Same shade of green. Same gold flecks that caught the light.
The way she tilted her chin when thinking. How she stood with weight on her right foot. Even her laugh had that same cadence—warm and genuine, bubbling up from somewhere deep inside.
Six years I'd spent positioning myself as Luna-in-waiting. Six years of tolerating Jason's coldness, his obvious wish that I was someone else.
And now this woman appears with a convenient six-year-old who looks suspiciously like my mate?
If Vanessa really was Laila somehow alive... if that child was
