Mate's Vengeance
They'd survived thirteen years of neglect, waiting underground for someone to give them a chance to bloom again.
She carefully cleared around them, gave them space to breathe, and felt something uncomfortably like hope stir in her chest.
She crushed it immediately. Hope was dangerous. Hope made you soft, made you hesitate.
She was here for revenge, not redemption.
It was a Tuesday morning, barely past dawn, when Celeste found her.
Sera was on her knees by the fountain, scrubbing years of grime from the stone basin, when she heard the sharp click of expensive heels on the pathway.