A Fate I Refuse to Accept

Days bled into weeks, and weeks turned into months.

Devon remained distant, his blue eyes guarded and cold whenever they met Fiona’s. There was nothing of the warmth she remembered. No sign of recognition, only a calculating gaze that sent an ice-cold shiver through her. He didn’t see her the way he once had. There was no reverence, no tenderness, no trace of the man who had once called her his salvation.

But Fiona would not give up. She couldn't.

She knew, deep down, that the Devon she had once loved—the man who had traced her lips with reverence, who had held her as...