VINCENT MOREAU
That was when I saw that it was not the plan.
The problem was that I had underestimated her.
I had thought of her as a fragile woman, a damsel in distress trapped in Damian's golden cage, a beauty in need of saving from the beast that held her captive. That was my mistake.
I failed to read her thoroughly, to see that she had been surviving on her own before she married Damian. It was a strength I could not have seen coming from her, accompanied by a tenacity that enabled her to run into the dark in the face of threat to her person.
I had read her messages, eavesdropped on her phone calls, and even mapped her routines with the precision of a cartographer. In all that, I had left out something essential, something that meant everything in the end. It was the force of he
