Kael’s POV
“Sir…I’ve gathered the report. She is already married.”
I didn’t want to believe it at first.
I want to deny it.
But I am hearing it right now.
She had been declared the Luna of his tribe.
“You may go now,” I said in a low cold voice to the investigator I had ordered to investigate Syria's whereabouts.
He kept his head bowed as he turned away then silently walked out of the room, leaving me standing there in the suffocating quiet.
I stared at the wall across from me.
A large painting hung there. Its massive gold frame was almost as heavy as the silence.
My chest was tight, and a hard pressure grew behind my eyes.
My hand was clenched around a shot glass and before I could even process what I was doing, the glass cracked under the force of my grip.
Then…shattered.
