Chapter SEVENTY

　　The man standing across the hall and glaring out the window looked nothing like I remember. My heart is thundering in my chest, but it’s a good thing my mate is right beside me, holding my hands and squeezing them reassuringly.

　　He turns to look at us as soon as Ryder shut the door behind him, a small, uncertain smile playing on his lips. I look nothing like him, except for a similar small, pointy nose.

　　“Tiana!” he exclaimed, water gathering in his eyes as he tried hard to blink them away “My goodness you have grown so much,”