Patton's POV
Sleep had abandoned me completely last night. Keena's journal haunted every moment I tried to close my eyes, each page revealing horrors that made my blood boil with rage. The woman had endured hell itself, and if I could drag every person who wronged her back from the grave, I would make them answer for their crimes.
"Good morning, Uncle Patton." Garcia's voice cuts through my dark thoughts as she enters the dining room, her mates trailing behind her like shadows.
"That depends on your definition of good." The words come out harsher than intended, but I cannot summon any warmth this morning.
Even Catherina has been snapping at the servants since yesterday evening. My mate rarely loses her composure, but reading about what that bastard did to Keena broke something inside both of us.
"You read her journal." Garcia doesn't phrase it as a question. She knows.
