Mason
Seraphina materialized like she’d been waiting outside the whole time and even I didn’t miss the look of pure annoyance that crossed Blackburn’s face. He didn’t even try to hide it. Seraphina saw it too but she didn’t seem to care.
My eyes drifted down to the boy she was holding. Alexander. My supposed son.
I studied him, searching for any resemblance that would convince me he was actually mine. But there was nothing. His hair was ginger like mine, yet a different shade than mine, looking dyed. His eyes were completely different. Even our facial structures didn’t match.
I blinked and forced myself to stop analyzing a child who couldn’t be more than six months old.
“Honey,” Seraphina said brightly, walking into my study without knocking. “Alexander has missed you so much. I decid
