Diva’s eyes fluttered shut, her lashes trembling as the world faded. Then, without warning, her mind snapped somewhere else...dragged by that raw, terrifying pulse of power that lived inside her. Her body froze, but her sight shifted, twisting through space until she wasn’t in her body anymore.
A vision...sharp, violent, and cold.
An underground house appeared before her eyes, dimly lit by flickering candles and cigarette smoke curling through the air. Wooden floors, cracked walls, a single table with a tea set steaming quietly. And there he was.
The Royal Detective.
That bastard looked calm as hell...sitting there like he wasn’t supposed to be dead. Like he hadn’t failed his mission to bring her home to Alpha Logan.
When the vision snapped off, Diva’s lips curled into a smirk. “That
