Undefeated: Sydney Rye Mysteries #15

The moon hangs low and full, her silvery light reflecting in the facets of black choppy water.

Blue and I sit in the cockpit of a sailboat. My eyes scan the open ocean while female Peshmerga fighters sleep all around me-below deck, across benches on the bow, and one curled up on the stern.

I cup my pregnant belly, allowing myself room to grieve in this peaceful moment. Rida saved my life... and I got her killed.

My old story starts to ride its rails: Everyone I love dies.

Tears thicken my throa...