For one second, I forgot how to breathe.
Three months.
Not yesterday. Not after the ceremony. Not in the forest.
Three months.
Kade stood in the foyer with the cold still clinging to him, hands loose at his sides, face carved into that hard, impossible calm of his. But now that I knew what to look for, I could see it.
The strain.
The readiness.
The fact that every muscle in his body was braced for impact and he had chosen not to move anyway.
I hated that he looked like the one about to be hit.
He should have.
I stared at him. “Three months.”
His voice stayed low. “Yes.”
I laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“Wow.”
That one word held more hurt than I wanted it to. More than pride would have preferred. But pride had been bleeding for too long to control anything properly n
