The days leading up to the mission were heavy, thick with the weight of anticipation and unspoken tension. Leona tried to focus on the task at hand—on the evidence they had gathered, on the opportunity to expose Kane’s cruelty to the world. But every time she closed her eyes, his face haunted her.
Kane. The man who had once been her mate, the one who had rejected her with such finality that it had torn her apart. His eyes, cold and unfeeling, haunted her still. The cruel words he’d spoken that day echoed in her mind. She had been too weak, too broken for him. He had chosen power over her, turned his back on their bond, and left her to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart.
Leona clenched her fists as she moved through the house, trying to push the memories back. She couldn’t afford to
