“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

my daughter’s forehead.

“Welcome to your first war, Lily,” I whispered.

Her eyelids fluttered, lashes so fine they looked painted on. She didn’t yet understand what her father had said. She didn’t know the name Adrian Vale except as half her blood. She didn’t know that while she slept wrapped in a hospital blanket, the man who helped create her was somewhere continue reading …