Caden’s POV
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The transition from the estate to the forest was the only time Caden felt he could breathe without tasting the rot of Garrick’s ambition and greed.
The man was a sickening bastard, the years he'd spent with Garrick made Caden know how evil rotten the man was. There was no one, absolutely no one, spared from his cruelty. Not even his blood.
He walked until the sounds of the wedding preparations—the clinking of silverware and the frantic demands of the servants—back in Garrck’s Estate were swallowed by the heavy, ancient silence of the forest.
His jaw ached. He had spent the entire meeting with Garrick clenching his teeth so hard he was surprised they hadn’t shattered.
“He’ll want a golden wolf to breed his sons.”—Garrick’s voice echoed in his skull like a fever.
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