Raven’s POV
We kept walking until I stood before my mates, their faces shadowed with exhaustion.
Yet even in their distress, they looked… as good as ever. While I dragged myself through life feeling like a corpse that forgot to die.
The throne room was deathly quiet.
Ansel sat on the centre throne like it was his birthright, his golden eyes gleaming as he watched me approach. Asher leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced tightly together like he was barely holding himself together.
Rowan…
Rowan didn’t even look at me.
His gaze stayed fixed on the floor, his shoulders slumped in a way that made my chest ache. But I forced myself to bury that feeling, to shove it down until it disappeared.
They didn’t care when I begged.
Didn’t care when I screamed for help.
I owe
