Kaden couldn't stop moving because standing still meant accepting that Raven was actually dead.
He paced from one end of the clinic to the other, his boots making sharp sounds against the stone floor.
Each time he passed the table where her body lay, he felt a fresh wave of grief that made his chest tighten.
She wasn't supposed to die.
They had survived so much together over the years. Countless missions that should have killed them both but they always made it out alive.
Raven was the best at what she did which meant death shouldn't have been able to catch her.
But it had.
Kaden's hands curled into fists as he turned to pace back the other direction. His mind kept replaying the moment he walked into the clinic to see her lying there covered in blood.
He had known something was
