Chapter 172

LUKE HAD A CRAMP in his back and he'd lost the feeling in some of his toes, but he couldn't move. Abigail-no, Yael-her voice wove a spell over him as she recounted in broad strokes the events leading up to tonight. She rattled off names and places with ease, never once having to pause for details.

She was one bad ass bitch.

He meant it with the greatest respect.

Sure, he was still pissed that he'd believed they were on the same side, that he'd been fooled by her, but when it came down to it, they wanted the same things.

Peace.

Safety for others.

To put an end to bad people.

For fear to be eradicated.

She'd made some wrong choices by his book, but she made them with the best intentions. Right down to planning to assassinate the Smiths.

Whoever had burned her, they must regret it now. She was a one-woman army, with the skills, knowledge, and tools to do everything she set out to do.