Roman

In three steps, I was standing before Lucille. The possibility of her suggestion refueled my tired body with fresh strength. If the child wasn’t Noah’s, we could be rid of Inessa Volkov for good.

Snaking my left arm around Lucille’s waist, I pulled her close as I grasped her chin with the fingers of my right hand. A smile, brought on by the realization my hand was healing, combined with the vision of the blue orbs staring up ...