His Dark Love

Previously

…Not Siera, the reluctant participant in a desperate scheme, but Siera, the woman who loved him, the woman who would stand by him, no matter how dark the shadows grew. I would go to him, armed with this devastating knowledge, not to condemn, but to heal. To offer him the hand he’d never been shown how to take. To remind him that he was not his father, not his past, but a man worthy of love, of peace, of a future untainted by the ghosts that clung to him. The fear was still there, a cold knot in my stomach, but it was overshadowed by a fierce protectiveness, a burning desire to be the anchor he so desperately needed. I was coming for him, Diego. And I was ready to fight.