TRISTAN

Everything I did, I did it for a reason.

People may call it wicked, manipulative, or cruel, but I call it necessary.

My daughter was under my roof. Under my protection. That was all that mattered.

Claire slept in my arms that morning, her small body warm against my chest, her scent wrapping around me like home. Mine. My blood. My heir. The Moon had finally given me something no one could take.

Nyra had left and yet I didn’t tell Yelena where I got the truth from. I let her think ...