Caden’s POV
One minute I’m fighting with everything in me to keep my fingers from tightening around the neck of the woman I love more than life for the second time and the next a hand grabs me, and I’m obscured by white smoke.
As the smoke clears around me, I find myself in a stone room with no windows, a black chandelier with lit candles, hanging from the ceiling over a large stone table with cuffs attached.
I try to move but the Warlock’s voice cuts through the air beside me as I freeze involuntarily. ‘Uh uh uh!’ he scolds, walking around me and heading to the other side of the table, ‘let’s just keep you where I can see you.’
A growl rolls up my throat as the man who forced me to hurt my beautiful mate strolls around, the remote clasped in one hand as the other moves a trolley on wh
