SPECIAL CHAPTER: DAYO BRYNE

The weight of the jewelry box felt heavier than it should have in my hands. I ran my fingers over the intricate silver patterns carved into the lid, remembering when my own mother had placed these same pieces around my neck on my wedding day. Now I was passing them to another woman who would become part of our family.

If I lived long enough to see it happen.

I shook that thought away. Ciara's words still echoed in my mind. Fate can go to hell. Such bold words from ...