And once I saw him beside Ivy, there was no question where her features had come from.
Same curls.
Same chin.
Same impossible eyes.
One blue.
One almost black.
His gaze fell to Ivy.
His whole face changed.
Then he looked at me.
“Claire.”
I had rehearsed a hundred accusations.
Only one question came out.
“How long did you know who I was?”
He understood immediately.
“From the bookstore.”
My chest tightened.
“So you went there because of me.”
“I saw your name on the event announcement.”
