Chapter Forty-Eight

"Mother?" I whispered.

She frowned down at me and looked to Lord Leandros. "Leon, who is this?"

I whimpered and took another step forward. "Mother, it's me."

I looked from her black hair to her brows, her eyes, her nose, her lips, her frown. I couldn't be mistaken. I would recognize my mother if I saw her. Her features... All mine. Well except the hair and eyes but still, the resemblance was uncanny.

"I'm afraid I do not know you child." She said, eyes taking in my appearance with... with... disdain and disbelief.

Whispers grew around us but I tuned them out and looked at my mother, amidst tears. Looking closely, I froze.