Hideaway Strath Must be nice to be a guy

She wished Kynareth hadn't found her that day. She wished she would have said "no" and been on her way. She wished she instead ended up somewhere else and had spent her time in Teekons with wolves like Ira and Hiero.

But none of those things happened the way she wished. Instead, she was stuck here. Not because of any reputation. The woman wasn't even phased by the idea of having her head ripped off for even just being associated with the Saints. It was definitely a concern, a reason not to leave. But it wasn't why she refused to go.

Donovan Asura, that tiger of a wolf stole her heart a long time ago. And then he cut it into a million pieces, burned it, burned the ashes and buried it all at the bottom of the ocean. Leigh loved her husband. She cared for Endre. But Kynareth fucking Deagon had to go fuck it all up and wiggle his way into her life with that fucking god awful smirk. And the tail? For fuck's sake, that thing was an abomination. All curly and shit.

She could hear Derg's familiar voice calling after her. She was so tempted to keep going, to ignore his pleas and just walk right off the edge of the earth like it was just a normal Saturday evening. But she had to stop. Leigh forced her legs to freeze. She had to let Derg help, or she'd be miserable forever.