Diva walked back to the flower shop, her thoughts spiraling like smoke.
Her boots echoed on the wet pavement, every step heavy with what the royal detective had told her ... her father was dying. The words played again and again in her skull, tearing through her sanity.
“Dying…” she muttered under her breath. “That bastard finally gets what he deserves.”
She wasn’t sure if she believed it. Alpha Logan was the kind of man who seemed too cruel to die ... too arrogant to fall. But if death was finally crawling to his doorstep, maybe fate wasn’t completely blind after all.
By the time Diva reached the shop, the faint scent of burnt petals hit her.
The signboard swayed in the wind, creaking, and something deep in her gut twisted. She stepped inside, the bell above the door jingling ... t
