Jethro raced through the early morning fog like a wolf on the hunt. He could barely contain his anger as he waited for the first light of dawn to break. Even when Rashel pleaded that he let it go, he insisted on a personal confrontation with Seth.
As he drove through the paths that led to the Southern territories, he noted that the place had become a shadow of what it used to be. It had once been a proud symbol of power. Now, it only existed in past glory, the glory Rashel had given him.
He rode alone. No security details, not even one guard. This was certainly no courtesy visit. This was war. It was very personal, and he meant to clear the air with this visit.
Rashel hadn’t said it aloud, but he saw the hurt in her eyes. The latest message had rattled her. Now, they might have seemed l
