The dirt was cold beneath my knees, a damp chill seeping through the thin fabric of my trousers. I didn't feel it. The only thing I felt was the granite of the headstone, rough and unyielding under my fingertips as I traced the engraved letters.*Robert Miller. Beloved Father.*“I’m sorry it’s been so long, Dad,” I whispered, my voice a hollow sound●swallowed by the gray afternoon. The cemetery was empty, a landscape of silent sorrow. It suited me. “It took time. To become someone new.”Three years. Three years of planning, of saving, of molding myself into a weapon sharp enough for one purpose. The mousy, heartbroken secretary named Sarah Miller was gone. She’d been buried here, the day they lowered my father into the ground.A gust of wind whipped a strand of hair across my face, and I tucked it back with a hand that no longer trembled. Sarah’s hands had trembled. Sarah’s eyes had been red-rimmed and pleading. Aria Vance’s hands were steady. Her eyes were dry.“He’s more powerful
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