KAINE’S POV
I stare at Carissa, watching the way her hands tremble, the way her voice cracks as she tries to explain herself, but the words coming out of her mouth don’t match what I saw. The photos. Those f*****g photos.
Carissa keeps pleading. “You have to believe me. I didn’t do this. I swear to you. I was set up.”
She says it like it’s some kind of relief, like I should just drop everything and believe her. But I can't. I can't just ignore what I saw—the images of her, smiling, with them. Those men had their hands all over her, all over my mate, all over what was mine.
I can see Jaime standing behind her. His eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched. I know he's feeling the same thing I am. The doubt. The betrayal.
Carissa turns toward Jaime with desperation in her eyes. “Jaime,
