I forced myself to stand up, and the moment I did, the room tilted, and a wave of nausea rolled through me. I gripped the wooden bedpost, my fingernails digging into it. My chest felt tight, as if the poison had left a ghost behind.
I shouldn't be standing, I knew that. But the silence of the room was worse than the pain. Helena’s voice kept echoing in my head—he ran for you, like a madman, like his body was breaking because yours was.
I needed to know why. I needed to find a reason that made sense, because "mercy" didn't exist in a man like Caden. And even if mercy were to exist, I was the last person who'd be at the receiving end of it.
Caden was a calculating and smart man. He wouldn't save my life for no reason. And this wasn't the first time, he'd returned to save my life in the
