Fenri’s eyes met Caden’s cold ones and his broken leg gave out completely.
He hit the floor hard. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, but he didn’t scream. He was already sobbing—deep, wracking sounds that came from somewhere broken inside him.
“Caden,” he gasped, crawling toward him on his hands and one good leg. “Caden, please. Please listen to me.”
Caden turned away from him. His eyes were locked on Vane, calculating distances, counting warriors, searching for any opening that didn’t exist.
“He had her,” Fenri was saying, his voice desperate and broken. “He showed me her hair. Her hair, Caden. He said he would kill her. He said he would make it slow and—”
“You’re a fool,” Caden said flatly.
Fenri stopped crawling. His single working eye widened.
“A fool who was tricked by
