Fiona's POV
Do you trust me?
My mate had asked, a question I thought all through about while we rode here despite having given him an answer before our departure. I didn't trust him one bit, but I still followed because my breaking heart snagged onto the fragments of hope he had offered with his singular act of snatching Liora from me.
And so I stood here, my fingers curled against my palm, my mind brewing patience as I wondered if we were at the funeral of my child or her resurrection. Since I knew how callous my mate was, it could definitely be the former.
I watched as he lifted her, he swung his arms, casting my child into the river.
A scream tore from my throat as the water splashed from the weight of her body hitting against it, the current of the running water wrestling against
