The LegacyMr. Hart took a deep breath, let it out. “It belongs to you, and to Etienne as well.”
Then I realized what that meant, particularly that he spoke of his son and Heir second in that list. Could Inventor Etienne Hart possibly see me as a threat?
I became aware of the form moving low inside me: the construct that would become my child should I fail to stop it.
As far as anyone knew, I was barren. No one other then Blitz and Mary — and whoever set Mrs. Claudete Crawford to replace my blood tea with a forgery — knew of the years of effort to keep myself so.
Dr. Salmon had warned Roy not to announce the pregnancy. After my near-death due to alcohol almost three years before, it was not at all assured that either I or the child would live through this. Anyone who knew of my conditio
