““I will not die here!” she shouted as her childhood nightmare tried to weaken her. Do as they say, Kiara. Don’t fight them. Her mother’s voice whispered to her from the distant past. It’ll be okay, precious, I promise. But it hadn’t been. All their compliance had gotten them was a brutal execution. Her mother had died before her eyes—a single shot to her head and Kiara had been shot three times by her father’s political enemies before they’d left her for dead, too. Only eight years old””
