Aiden
The morning air was sharp and cold, biting against my skin as I stepped out of Kendrick’s territory. The guards had escorted me to the gates, their eyes wary, their hands never straying far from their weapons. I didn’t need to look back to know Kendrick was likely still on his balcony, watching me with that smug, victorious smirk. He thought he had won.
But this was far from over.
I clenched my fists as I strode into the woods, my steps crunching against the frost-covered ground. My blood burned with determination, chasing away the chill in the air. Kendrick may have thought he’d intimidated me, that his threats and displays of power would make me tuck my tail between my legs and disappear.
He didn’t know me.
The Kimberly I had seen last night wasn’t the woman I remembered. The
