Richard examined it with trembling hands.
The engraving had faded with time, but the words were still visible.
E.K. — My light always returns.
Richard closed his eyes.
Then, in front of everyone, the most powerful man in the ballroom dropped to his knees before the woman Julian had ordered to hide.
“Elizabeth,” he choked out. “My daughter… my little Elizabeth.”
The room erupted in shocked whispers.
Elena felt as though the ground had vanished beneath her feet.
For thirty years, she had lived with an empty space in her