Shadow Mountain nor the warrior for her glory

renard knew a lost cause when they saw it. no point in arguing. as was becoming very clear, the saints didn’t make friends; they made enemies. they made more enemies than renard could have even hoped to predict. and it was only smart to make those enemies when you were confident you could handle them, which was, to put things gently, in question. what better reason for a change in management?

but, of course, it still left the opportunity. could donovan handle what he had started? they found no special thrill in leading a coup – it was a waste of time only made essential by incompetence. it was better for all of them if nemisis’ disappearance signaled donovan to set his head on his shoulders and lead, now that the worst of the saints’ distractions were finally removed.

maybe it would even reinforce what he should have known before – not to let his dick direct the saints. the memory of their expedition into the pass still lingered.

what a waste of time.

“doesn’t it,” the words came out more flat observation than agreement. “and are you hoping to count yourself among those responsible?”