---- Regina rising elegantly from her chair in the control room. "This concludes tonight's ceremony," her voice echoed one last time through the hall. "Thank you all for witnessing a perfect... trial." Regina's POV Thirty thousand feet in the air, the private jet flew smoothly toward Europe. I sat by the window, holding the ring that symbolized my mate bond with Fabian. With a slow, deliberate squeeze, the ring broke in two. Like my past, it was gone for good. The pilot's voice came over the intercom: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now crossing the Atlantic Ocean." Perfect. Not only had I escaped a death trap, but I had utterly ---- destroyed my enemies. And most importantly, I did it all without getting my hands dirty. As for Fabian, the Wolf Council would deliver his judgment.