(Bardolph POV)
Pain burned across my chest, but Daciana’s face held more danger than any wound Farkas had opened in my skin.
She looked at me as if she wanted to thank me, curse me, and forget I existed all at once.
I deserved all three.
The hall was full of broken cups, poisoned wine, crying servants, and the heavy truth that Ashina had escaped again.
Conri stood near the side door, speaking quickly to Gonzalo, but his eyes kept returning to Daciana like he had already chosen her safety over war.
Jealousy moved through me, bitter and ugly, but I crushed it before it could become another excuse for selfishness.
I had lost the right to be jealous when I placed another woman in my mate’s chair.
Daciana knelt beside Farkas while Tala wrapped the carved mark with clean cloth and presse
