ABIGAIL STARED AT THE linen canopy stretched over the wooden frame. A cool sea breeze stirred the curtains and chilled her still-damp skin. She couldn't move, but that didn't stop her brain from turning over all her new problems.
She cared for Luke. She couldn't pinpoint when-but at some point, not long after she'd laid eyes on him-his hooks had sunk in. How had she been so vulnerable? Where had she gone wrong? There was nothing that said she couldn't care for another person, but she'd never allowed that to cloud her judgment. At least not until Luke walked into her life.
Right now all she wanted was an escape. With Luke. To be near him. To leave all of this behind. Her life as Yael, her history, her debt to the world.
Which was exactly why she had to leave. Why she couldn't be with him
