“Maeve. It’s Irish,” Jane says. “It means she who rules. And in Irish mythology, she’s a goddess.” Irish. Because of me. My gaze clouds with more emotion, and I look down at Maeve Moretti. A baby goddess is the perfect addition to the Cobalt Empire—and to Jane and Thatcher’s new family. I sniff hard to keep tears at bay. “I think she’s already living up to the name.” Carefully, I hand her back to her mom. “It’s beautiful, Jane.”
