Zade's Pov
The moment Draven opened his mouth, I knew I wouldn’t like what he had to say.
His face carried that expression I hated, the one of hesitation, of carefully chosen words. I despised it. I wanted answers. I wanted blood. Not cautious sentences that tiptoed around the truth.
“Caspian survived,” he said flatly.
The words hit me like a blade to the chest. My vision blurred, my blood boiled. A storm roared inside me, tearing everything apart.
“What?” I hissed, the rage already climbing my throat.
“He’s alive,” Draven repeated, his voice calm, too calm, as if he had expected this very reaction.
The air in the room thickened. I felt my control snap. With a roar, I shoved everything off my desk, papers, maps, glasses, a half-finished bottle of whiskey, everything shattered again
