Caden pushed his body until his muscles screamed in protest. He moved through the training yard in the grey light before dawn. He hadn't slept at all because sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford.
When he closed his eyes, the nightmares were waiting for him.
He saw his sister’s headless body.
He saw the spray of his mother’s blood.
He saw every life he had taken for Garrick, every person he had killed just to stay close to the monster who destroyed his world. And he wondered if he would ever be free from the torture of the memory.
He struck the wooden post with brutal force, the sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet yard.
He hated Garrick with a heat that never cooled. But then, he thought of Rhea.
A small part of him felt a pull of pity for her. He had seen the way her heart
