"Home, Killian. Our home," Natalia pleaded, a faint, desperate glimmer of hope illuminating her blood-red eyes as she reached out to grasp his hand. "Your family is waiting for you."
Killian had always been an obedient son to her.
Sure, he was fiercely independent, reckless, and laced with a streak of mischief, but no matter what corner of the world he was in, one call from his mother would bring him running back.
Natalia knew the depths of his soul.
She had known exactly how much Killian adored Severine, and it was precisely why she had secretly used her influence to stop his grandfather from dragging the boy back to the capital all these months.
She had reasoned that if her son had found a woman to his liking, that was for the best.
Yet, that poor girl had died at the hands of Damien Rhodes.
When Natalia had uncovered the horrific truth behind Severine's fatal accident, she hadn't exposed it.
