Chapter 4

Back in the dressing room, I barely had time to catch my breath before I saw her.

Cassandra. Waiting for me.

“Cassandra,” I said, more steadily than I felt. I didn’t want her to know how much her presence rattled me.

I reached into the pocket I’d had sewn into my wedding dress and fingered the hidden medallion I carried there, my fingers running along its smooth planes and hard edges. It had been my talisman since my days wandering the borderlands as a rogue.

“You don’t deserve Derek.” She wasted no time before she spoke, her voice like silk…