One Year Later, the first thing Blake taught me was how to kill.
Not with a knife, but with a glance, a posture or a single sentence.
He threw me into hell and forged me there. I learned combat, firearms, business negotiations and psychology.
Anything that could become a weapon, I learned.
Blake once told me that if I wanted to destroy Ethan, I first had to become someone stronger than him.
The woman staring back at me from the mirror was no longer the Lena of the past. My long hair was pinned into a neat bun. The fitted riding outfit emphasized my slender waist and sharp silhouette.
Blake stood behind me, studying my reflection with satisfaction.
"Ready?"
I nodded and picked up the riding crop.
"Ethan's going to the Westfield Equestrian Club today. He recently bought a thoroughbr
