KADE’S POV
The room was dimly lit, the flickering flames in the hearth casting dancing shadows across the mahogany walls. My study, though vast and adorned with trophies of war, felt suffocating. It was very much still moon but my study was very much draped in darkness as I loved it. The soft rustle of papers on my desk blended with crackling of firewood, but nothing could drown the storm brewing in my chest.
I leaned back in my chair, my robe barely clinging to my shoulders, exposing the deep scars etched across my chest—reminders of battles fought and enemies conquered. My fingers toyed with the rim of my glass, the amber liquid within barely touched.
She was out there. Somewhere. The girl. Her face haunted me, like a ghost whispering though the folds of my mind. I didn’t know her nam
