The wind off the pier whipped Natalie’s hair into her face, but she barely noticed. Her gaze was fixed on the child in the stranger’s arms — a boy with storm-gray eyes that mirrored Ethan’s.
Adrian’s hand gripped hers so tightly it hurt. “Tell me who he is,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous.
The man’s smirk widened. “You think you’ve been protecting Ethan all this time. But you’ve only been hiding from the real danger. That boy? He’s connected to you… to Adrian… more than you realize.”
Natalie’s stomach churned. “Connected? How? Who… what is going on?”
The man tilted his head, his eyes sharp. “Your past choices have consequences, Miss Rivers — or should I say, Miss Forsonnie. You left one part of your life buried, hoping it would stay hidden. But someone always remembers. Someone a
