The clearing went deathly cold. The humor that had briefly sparked in Caden’s eyes vanished, replaced by a gaze so flat and dark it seemed to swallow the moonlight.
Sylvie took a step forward, her hands trembling. "How could you, Caden? After everything Garrick did? Have you forgotten why we are here? Have you…”
Fenri grabbed her hand, yanking her back. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sylvie, that isn't true. Right, Caden?” he asked, looking at Caden with hope in his eyes.
It was as if he was pleading with him to tell him that Sora was wrong and that he wasn't Rhea’s fated mate.
Caden watched them. They were his loyal friends and had been on this journey with him for years, so long that he couldn't remember when they hadn't been.
“Sora isn't lying,” Caden said.
Sylvie’s face crumpled. A sob
