She was always ours. Ours to protect. Ours to love. Yet, we were forced to watch as she stepped into another’s arms, completely out of reach.
We didn’t have any regrets in choosing to revive our father’s deadly legacy…we knew what threat faced this family and how much danger Presley was in.
Regardless of what our family thinks, it was worth it. She was worth it. We’d still burn down the entire world if it meant Presley was finally free of her burden.
We’d made amends by allowing her to remain free of us in the process. But when someone is sent to the manor in a body bag, things begin to take a different shape.
The distance between our worlds shrinks, with it comes an opportunity to right our wrongs. But if there’s only one chance to have Presley’s forgiveness, I’ll make sure she gives it to my brother.
Whatever it takes to heal my broken queen.
