NORA

"What?" I murmured, a confused laugh catching in my throat. "Blackwood?"

She looked at me with heavy, serious eyes. "Your father is Viktor Blackwood."

I stared at her, waiting for her to say she was confused from the medication. "Mum, you're not making sense. You need to rest."

"We made an agreement," she insisted, her voice rasping against the silence of the room.

"Who did?"

"Viktor and I." Her chest heaved as she struggled to keep her voice steady. "You were only supposed to be brought into their family... if something happened to me."

My mind went completely blank.

A Blackwood?

Me?

My mother's eyes fluttered shut, completely spent...