Jason stood beside her, his usual stoic expression softened with a rare hint of pride. He’d seen her grow stronger, step into her power as if it was always hers to command. Yet, he didn’t completely understand her. He hadn’t participated in the life she’d lived — the grief, the loss, the hopeless hunt for family. But now, standing before them all, he could see the true power that palpitated inside her.
Still, his eyes dallied on Una, his expression guarded, as if a commodity was shifting within him. For all their growing connection, he hadn’t yet realized the verity she had yet to face herself.
A movement from the edge of the arena caught her attention. A shadow stepped into the light, a figure that sounded incredibly familiar, though she couldn’t place it. At first, she allowed it to
