Kiel
I had seen a lot of things in my life. Blood. Betrayal. Death. But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared me for the sight that burned itself into my skull the moment I stepped into that room.
Josie.
And Varen.
Entangled.
My lungs forgot how to work. For one full second, I stood frozen like some fool who had stumbled into a nightmare, my mind refusing to process what my eyes screamed at me. Then it hit me, hard and merciless, a punch straight to the gut.
They were together.
She was his.
I felt my entire chest cave in, like my ribs could no longer hold the fury and disgust building inside me. The sound that ripped from me was half a growl, half a strangled snarl, before I turned on my heel. If I stayed, I would kill him. No—worse, I might kill them both, and I wasn't ready to damn myself that far.
The betrayal cut sharper than any blade. First Thorne, now Varen. My own blood. My own damn brother.
