“There were attacks,” he said. “Rogues. Endless waves of them. We lost many. I—” He swallowed. “I don’t know if they were among the ones killed.”
So that was it.
He didn’t know.
Or didn’t want to say.
Either way, his voice cracked just slightly when he admitted it—and that told me enough.
He was ashamed. Not just because he failed them. But because he knew he was saying it to me.
My mind started racing again.
Could he be telling the truth?
Could they really be gone?
No.
I shook the thought off, refusing to even entertain it. I’d feel it. Especially if something happened to Rhea. We were sisters, and while we didn’t share a mate bond, we were bound by blood. By something deeper. I’d feel it if she was gone.
I had to believe that.
Now is not the time to fight ourselves,” Draco sa
