CHAPTER 68
The sun was not even up yet to shine on the curtains of Kayden's mansion when Fiona's sobs were ringing out in the mansion's grand entrance. Her eyes bloodshot, face as white as alabaster, and shaking hands clutched the velvet couch with one hand. The shock of the news that her sister had passed away fell on her like a knife to the heart. And even worse, her sister's mate and their little ones had been killed during the brutal attack the night before.
Kayden sat beside her, his arm slung over her shoulders. He whispered to her, his voice laced with sympathy. "She was a good woman, Fiona. Your sister did not deserve that… none of them did."
Fiona buried her face in her hands, her voice breaking through ragged sobs. "I still can't accept it. They were all… they were my family,
