Gianna sat on the bare ground before the graves of her parents and grandfather, feeling every shade of confusion and uncertainty.
Why had she done it?
She had posed the question to herself a dozen times as she'd hurried out of the Whitman mansion and into her car, yet the air remained empty of an answer.
Was it the grief talking? Or was it the sudden swell of pity for Zane—a man who had started out hoping to win the world, hoping to be so much better than his father, only to fail spectacularly in the areas that mattered most?
Was she cutting him slack? And if she was, why did she even bother?
Whatever had transpired between them, he had played a lead role in the tragedy, including the catalyst that led to her parents' end.
If he had just come to the wedding...
Then, she remembered Modred's words and released a curse.
They would have still died. Her mother especially—her mother who, in a staggering twist of fate, was still drawing breath.
