Kavira POV
It had been a full week since I got shot, and though my body was mostly healed, the memory still lingered like a bruise beneath the surface.
Ravelyn had fought tooth and nail to keep me holed up at the pack grounds where it was “safe.” His words, not mine. But if someone wanted me dead, I’d rather they come face me themselves than let fear keep me caged. I wasn’t built for hiding.
I stood in front of the mirror, taking one last look at my outfit. A black A-line skirt paired with a crisp white silk blouse my go-to when I wanted to look sharp and sexy. Confident. My hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, my makeup minimal but flattering. Clean. Classy. Commanding.
Tonight was the exclusive press preview for our newest jewelry line. Months of design, revisions, sleepless nig
