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METANOIA - BOOK 2
She disappeared like the wind, but she haunted me in my worst nightmares, bringing me back to the very night I'd lost her: a cold, clammy, metallic night. Alana remained a light memory on my lips, a bitter smell in my lungs, a shivering warmth in my arms, and the anger with which she looked at me with her blue eyes. Thoughts of her seemed too intimate to indulge in, but my heart beat harder at the mere mention of her name. Everything was different now-nothing and no one was the same - and only now did I realise how important she was, not only to her business but to her family. Chasing after Liam took on a different meaning for me now - slipping away from me like air, I never gave up trying to get to him and bring the consequences of his cold-blooded actions down on him; I hadn't forgotten the horror he'd done to my mother, what he'd put me through and what he'd put Alana through.
I will find her and take her - not just out of Weber's hands, but out of the darkness into which she had driven herself.