*Leo's POV*
That turncoat Kristoff was telling me and my father everything we needed to know to bring that bastard Lorenzo down. My father was such a good actor, had him eating out of the palm of his hand. We have no intention of letting him and that Kit'lin woman go after all this is over.
I got in the back of a car that was waiting outside, heading to one of our meeting places to organise the strike against the warehouse. I looked at the tablet in my hands, sliding the small circle at the bottom of the screen back and then pressing play. I could see why Kristoff was so taken by her. She was beautiful, even in the grainy images I have seen of her. She was talented, the way she moved, planned and precise but not telegraphing what she was going to do next. Those three did not stand a ch
