Leonidas POV
My warriors scatter, and several Fae do the same. I refuse to leave Alfred alive, but I can't bring myself to leave Alora's side. I didn't realize being away from her would be so painful. I don't understand how my father could betray the mate bond. Alora is all I will ever want.
Her shoulders slump over, and a stray tear leaves a track through the blood on her face. In one night, she has lost and gained so much.
"Let's find a place to get you cleaned up," I whisper.
"Aren't you going to look for Alfred?" She asks.
"There is no need." I pull her close. "My men have it covered."
"I just want to go home," she cries as she collapses into my chest.
"This is your home," the Fae woman that killed Estes interrupts us.
Alora straightens her shoulders and sucks
