---- mouth with his sleeve. "You have no right to look for her!" "Neither do you!" Fabian roared back. Dragging his exhausted body back to the rundown apartment, Fabian collapsed onto the sofa. The man in the mirror was a wreck, his face black and blue. His phone rang. It was the investigator. "Mr. Morris, I've got something." He sat up instantly. "What is it?" "Regina is in Paris. I'm sending you some photos." A few seconds later, several pictures arrived on his phone. The first: Regina sitting in a Parisian café, laughing with a handsome French man. The second: Regina in a design studio, concentrating on her work, a peaceful smile on her face that Fabian ---- had never seen before. The third: Regina in an elegant evening gown at a charity gala, surrounded by European werewolf aristocrats. In every photo, she was so beautiful, so radiant. Most importantly, she looked happy. Happier than she had ever been with him. Fabian's hands began to tremble. Liam's words echoed in his ears: "You have no right to look for her! You almost killed her!" He was right. He had no right. Even though he had been prepared to spend his life with Regina. But... he had almost killed her. She had lost their child because of him. He had destroyed her life. What right did he have to disturb her now? ---- But just to see her one more time, he would spend his entire life atoning... "Regina..." Fabian clutched his head, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "I miss you so much."