The cold, damp stone of the dungeon floor had become my only friend through the long, endless night. My throat was raw from all the screaming and crying I’d done, but it had also given me time. Time to think, really think, about everything that happened.
Six years. Six long years since I last saw him, my mate, Astor. And what a reunion it had been. Not the one I’d dreamed of, not in a million years. But deep down, a part of me, the part that knew Astor’s stubborn heart and had expected something like this.
The worst part? He accused me of cheating. Me. The woman who loved him more than life itself, who would never, ever, even think of another man. The sheer unfairness of it burned hotter than any silver. How could he? How could he believe such a lie?
My body ached. The air in here felt
