I figured Gareth and I would never cross paths again. But the day my skincare shop opened, he turned up anyway. He'd lost a lot of weight. Eyes bloodshot, voice gone hoarse. "Ivy."
I set down the price tag in my hand. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry. Those five years—I didn't know the problem was mine." Like he was scared I'd throw him out, he stepped in closer, fast. "I've already talked to Mother. Once you've had the baby, come back to Silvercrown and we'll start over. Don't worry about her fighting it—I'll come bring you home myself. I'll put you back where you belong, as Luna."
I looked at him and the whole thing was so absurd it almost got a laugh out of me. "Gareth, have you lost your mind?"
"I'm serious."
"So am I." I straightened up and held his eyes. "I'm Ronan Hale's w
