Leo was a lover not a fighter. Daisy had known this since he was a child, even if he was talented with a sword.
He was helpful, kind, and never complained about anything. He was a good commanding officer—his soldiers loved him—and a solid person to have in your corner. He was also the only person who had ever truly understood her and cared about what she wanted.
Juliet didn't know him the way Daisy did. She wrote a villain; she didn't live with the person behind it. That was why Daisy was so certain that Leo would never do anything terrible in his pursuit of revenge.
And yet…she was bothered. The concept of fate had always seemed silly to her. She didn't want to blame all the bad luck she had in her life on something like fate.
