Instead of white-and-blue, Katarina now wore black-and-silver, feeling armored and newly adult in a series of sleek, slinky, almost seductive dresses that were calculated to blend into the shadows she tentatively commanded.
Those were questions she never had the courage to ask.
Even if Katarina managed to accuse Jeord of a serious crime, he might escape with little more than a slap on his wrist.
That was not all she had done to fashion herself into a woman that Jeord could love.
But sadly, that was not the world Katarina currently lived in — even in her second life.
No matter what, I will return.