Blake’s POV
I had been waiting for this moment.
Waiting for Kaya to heal, for her to laugh again, for the warmth in her eyes to return. For weeks, I had held myself back, biting my tongue, forcing a smile when all I wanted was to hunt Tristan Montgomery down and make him pay for every tear Kaya shed.
But now, it was time.
Kaya was still fragile, still fighting to come back to the vibrant woman I had always known her to be. But she was getting better, slowly returning to some semblance of normalcy. And while I was happy—no, relieved—to see her healing, it only fanned the flames of my anger toward Tristan.
I had seen the pain Kaya went through. I had held her while she cried herself to sleep, had wiped the tears from her eyes when she couldn’t even muster the strength to do it herself.
