Jareth's POV

Cambridge? Europe? The very idea makes my chest tighten. She cannot be serious.

I fix my gaze on Vivienne, my voice steady though my emotions churn. "Vivienne, we are your family. You don't need to leave your family."

My father’s words echo in my mind, as they always have: blood is blood. And Vivienne, my daughter, shares mine. She is the child who should have grown under my roof, indulged by Briony's care, shielded by my ...