THE MAFIA BOSS WENT COMPLETELY STILL WHEN A LITTLE GIRL ENTERED HIS MANSION AND SAID, “MY MOM COULDN’T COME TODAY…”

something had shifted in his perception.

Emma’s eyes weren’t simply pale from the morning light.

They were Blackwood eyes.

The same shade as his father’s.

The same as Sofia’s.

Slowly, Lucas turned back toward Clara.

She was trembling, blood running from a cut at her temple, but she could already tell from his expression that something irreversible had just continue reading …