How does one go about forsaking one's own father? The very man that has raised you, gave you shelter, and warmth until fame struck country glory and created a rift.
Prisana knew the answer.
Though she knew the answer, when her eyes met brown eyes shaped and colored like hers, she couldn't help but feel all her resolve crumbling to little pieces.
Images of her younger self and her doting father would resurface to mind. Memories of younger and more vulnerable days that weren't filled with politics and greed truly depicted happier times. Times when he was her father.
Warmth pooled from her husband's fingertips. She looked at his sideways frame.
That's right. Prisana has come so far to leave the cage so losing resolve now would be a coward's choice. She resolved to let go of Dane's hand. This time, the mighty lynx inside wasn't going to back down. Before she could make her move, the media went in for the kill.
