Elena could not understand why Raphael Farrington stood there, or could she grasp the weight of the words he had just spoken. Her face was blank.
“Of course, Dolphus does not know I am in Moscow,” Elder Farrington said. He set his glasses and book on the small stool beside him and picked up the matching report. “If we keep it that way, I will not tell him that we have met. My daughter needs a kidney transplant. The healers say blood of kin lowers the risk of rejection. I am too old, too weak for it. But you are the perfect match. Will you give it to her?”
Even though he stood here asking for her help, he could not bring himself to call her what she was… his granddaughter.
“She…” Elena pushed herself upright against the head of the hospital bed. She forced herself to sit tall, her wolf w
