Your Uncle, My True Love
His posture was steady, but his eyes had darkened.
“So… you finally came,” James murmured under his breath.
Harry smirked, his face becoming clearer as the mist lifted.
“I just wanted to see for myself,” he said coolly, his tone calm but venomous. “Where the woman I once threw away… was hidden.”
James’s fists tightened, though he forced himself to stay composed. Behind him, Emma trembled, one hand clutching her stomach.
Harry rose from the bench, his eyes flicking between them — Emma, pale and frightened, and James, ready to stand between her and danger.
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