“You had one responsibility, Deucalion.” The Blackridge Luna’s words hung in the hallway. “And you have just lost the woman who could have given this family the heir we have been waiting for.”
Aria slowly stepped forward. “If it is an heir you want, Mother, then let me do it.”
Everyone looked at her. Aria lifted her chin. “I have always been willing to give Blackridge an heir. Malia was never the only woman capable of doing that.”
The Blackridge Luna studied her. “You?”
“Yes.” Aria placed a hand against her chest. “I am strong. I know this family. I know our traditions. I know Deucalion. If the problem is the heir, then I can give you one.”
Deucalion turned toward her. “Enough.”
Aria looked at him. “I am only trying to help.”
“You are not helping.”
Before she could answer, heavy fo
