She would have made a perfect, permanent Mrs. Helwart, efficient, beautiful, uncomplaining. A flawless asset.

But she had been greedy. She had wanted his love.

To stay would only corrode what little beauty remained in their past, until even the memory turned to poison.

“Linsy…” Michael’s voice was a ragged slur, the drug wresting control of his tongue. His gaze, though clouding, locked onto her with a dying intensity. “You’re leaving me… to go find him? To find Liam?”

Linsy ...