Hunter stood in front of the mirror in his room.

A black tie hung loosely around his neck, still untied. His eyes were tired, staring at the reflection of a man he no longer recognized. The formal suit felt more like a funeral shroud... a burial of his own emotions.

This morning, Amara had arranged everything. The ballroom at the Jackson family hotel had been booked, and the media had been notified. But this wasn't a wedding. It was an engagement announcement.

"Three months," Hunter whispered to himself, trying to believe it. "Just three months. Then this will all be over."

He lowered his head, recalling the last time he...