Leah woke at daybreak, her eyes heavy and her heart weighed down by the thoughts of her dream. The vivid images of Sath, his touch, his presence—despite all her carefully laid plans, her mind continued to betray her. Her fists clenched as she sat up, her hair disheveled and her breaths uneven.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, disgusted with herself. Even in her dreams, she had let him in. She had let herself feel something. Her mind whispered reminders of why she was here: to destroy him, to make him pay for all the pain he had caused her. But no matter how much she willed herself to focus, her body remembered, her heart remembered, and that only fueled her frustration.
Seeking some peace, she got up from her bed and decided a walk could clear her head. Quickly pulling on a pair
