C24 Unforgiven

My body stiffened the moment I stepped into the office, away from the club section. Sitting by the large mahogany desk was—Joseph Blackwell. My breath caught. I had dreamed of this moment for so long, but nothing could have prepared me for it.

He looked older—his hair streaked with gray, his proud posture now slightly hunched. But his eyes, the silver-blue ones I’d inherited, stopped me cold