Chapter 016
Emilia's POV
The Nightwolf Packhouse's air was oppressive. Every step I took in the direction of Maximilian's office seemed to reverberate in the quiet, serving as a continual reminder that I was entering an unfamiliar environment. I knew that the present was the moment that would either break me or destroy the last of the flimsy illusions I had constructed around him, and I could feel the weight of the previous few days bearing down on me.
However, nothing could have prepared me for what I discovered when I opened the door.
Lena held a child in her arms as she stood in the middle of the room. It was more annoying than ever to see her smile—oh, that self-satisfied, knowing smile. It was more than just her smile, though. It was the kid. A boy with dark curls that matched Max
