Mateo locked eyes with her, and Fiona could read the violent agony tearing through him.
After a moment, he lifted his hand as if he wanted to touch her, then stopped halfway, as though even that might startle her. "Who did it?" he asked quietly.
Fiona's voice came out rougher than usual, thinned by memory and exhaustion. "I can't remember. I was blindfolded... I didn't see his face. But... It was one of my claimed mates."
She looked up at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Mateo, you're the only one I can trust. Can you investigate Cedric for me? I'm supposed to take him to the Shifter God's Rite tomorrow. If he's the killer..."
She didn't need to finish the sentence. Mateo understood immediately.
The thought of Fiona going through that, blindfolded, betrayed, and unable t
