Nyx's Pov
The moment Kyle’s words left his lips, my chest tightened.
Zade.
The name alone felt like poison dripping through my veins. For a moment, I thought I had misheard, but the look on Caspian’s face told me otherwise. His jaw tightened, his eyes cold, sharp.
“He’s waiting in the living room,” Kyle repeated carefully, as though he already knew how wrong this felt.
I turned to Caspian. His hand had found mine somewhere between the shock and the silence, holding on tightly as though he feared I would slip away if he didn’t.
My heart hammered painfully in my chest. Zade was here. In Caspian’s home. Why? For what?
Without another word, Caspian stood, tugging me gently to my feet. His hand never left mine as he led me down the hall, through the echo of polished floors and the loomi
