Bastian Boudreaux had torn my world apart, but I didn’t have to live looking over my shoulder, worried he’d come for me again. That bastard had likely forgotten I even existed. The moves my brothers and I made against him were covert. He had no way of tracing them back to us. But Wren? She lived in fear every single day. It only made me admire her more. She’d fought through hell and made it out. She’d taught herself to fight, even though it wasn’t part of her submissive nature. She’d been so damn smart to evade his capture.
