–Tyrona–
"Mama!"
The sound was sharp and clear.
I turned my head and watched the boy rush toward Livana's insufferable portrait. For a split second, I caught his eyes—clear, brilliant, gemstone-bright. Livana's eyes. Those eyes mocked me, glittering with quiet triumph, as if reminding me that she still won—even in death.
They had an heir.
A male heir. One who would carry their legacy forward.
"Mama!"
I watched as the boy blew a flying kiss toward the portrait. If I hadn't seen Livana's body rotting in the ground with my own eyes, I would have believed she was still alive.
But is she?
I shifted my gaze to Damon and flashed my brightest smile—the kind that always unsettles men who think they're immune to me. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing his chest as I leaned in and pressed a slow kiss just beneath his neck.
