The Last Blackthorne Heir Returns
In his place stood someone who held himself with quiet confidence, Apollo's golden presence visible in the amber flecks now permanently marking his blue-grey eyes.
"Brother," I greeted him warmly, rising to embrace him. Through our bond, I felt his relief at seeing me recovered, along with a lingering concern that I quickly addressed. "I'm fine. Better than fine, actually."
His eyes dropped briefly to my stomach, then back to my face with a question I answered with a small nod. Joy flickered across his features before he schooled his expression back to neutrality for our audience.
"Luna Blackthorne-Maxwell. Alpha Heir Blackthorne," Margaret said, using a title I hadn't heard applied to my br