Sitting and waiting for the solution to my problems to drop from the sky was more exhausting than I thought. I couldn’t even remember how long I had sat in the chair in my office and just stared at the computer screen without seeing the CCTV feed, the open documents, and photographs of Michael’s property.
I had to kill him. I had to kill Michael, my brother. The Goddess knew that I had every reason to after all his attempts on my life, after everything he had done to Stella, to her sister, to the people in his pack that dared to voice a disagreement. The Goddess knew he deserved it more than anyone.
But I was afraid. Not that I’d die or that he would take pleasure in killing me slowly. I was afraid that once I was gone, there would be nothing stopping him from coming after Stella,
