Gregory's POV

I’ve always prided myself on being in control of my emotions but lately, ever since the seeker died in my arms with those haunting words on his tongue, control had become a distant concept.

"She is... she is not who you think," the old man had wheezed, blood dripping from his cracked lips with a smirk in his lips.

His eyes had rolled back before he could say more.

Not who I think? What the hell did that mean?

Every time I looked at Stephanie, that line echoed louder and I felt more stupid.

The woman I once threw out. The same one who now bore another man's...