Kaden looked around, a sharp pain piercing his neck from the stiff posture and the tension that had been gripping his shoulders since the moment he stepped out of the Talwen residence. Guarding a fake king, on a fake trip for a fake reason was the last thing he wanted to be doing at that moment.
He wanted to be back there, at the castle. Searching for her. Making sure she was alive and unhurt. Breaking every bone in Shayde’s body in half, then breaking it once more. Then he planned to take his gloves off and give him a taste of what his time in hell would be like. Repeatedly.
“Hey, focus!” a familiar voice hissed from behind him and Kaden turned his head just as Jenna caught up with him, guiding her horse with one hand while adjusting her hat with the other. She was wearing a royal atten
