Vorian’s POV
My pride was taking a slow beating as I leaned on Kavira for support, making our way down the hallway toward the kitchen. The leg would probably be healed in a day or two, but damn it still sucked. No wonder Kavira had hated being bedridden; I was climbing the walls after a single day. At least limping had become easier, and I could bear more weight on my good leg. I wasn’t completely draped over her anymore, but the dependency still irked me.
Earlier, I’d sent an email to the council everything laid out in detail about Kavira, Oren’s repeated attempts on her life, and the fact that we were not only fated mates but officially bonded. I was hoping this would finally put an end to the madness. If Oren lost his title, it would be the perfect finishing touch. And now that our bo
