Damon stared at the maid kneeling on the floor, her hands clasped together, her eyes darting around the room they had brought her to. He wasn’t sure why he was looking at her so intently—she just seemed… familiar. Strangely familiar.

Familiar like Knight’s little wife?

The resemblance was faint, but it was there. They shared the same face shape, the same almond-shaped eyes. But their eye color was different, and so were their bodies. The maid had curves, while Genesis was slimmer and more delicate-looking.

Damon had noticed the differences clearly—he remembered holding Genesis in his arms the day she was nearly kidnapped. He’d seen the star-shaped birthmark on her...