Keira stared at Amy in disbelief.
Amy had been glued to the TV, pointing at Monbatten and calling him "Dad" over and over. For such a timid, shy child, she had somehow summoned the courage to insist on accompanying them to meet him.
These peculiarities… Could it be?
Keira tightened her jaw, her mind racing to shut out a thought she was too afraid to entertain.
Her eyes flicked to Lewis.
Her memory wandered back to the inexplicable day they'd gotten married—an arrangement orchestrated by her sister.
At the time, her sister had claimed it was to protect her.
But looking at it now, was it really protection? Or had her sister known all along about Lewis's connections overseas and orchestrated the union to secure a political alliance?
From her grandmother to her mother, down to Keera, and perhaps even herself—was this all part of some grand, invisible game for control of the South family?