Keisha’s POV

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“What’s the meaning of this?” Caspian asked in a tone thick with ire as he shot up from his official chair, his palms hitting the table made of fine pinewood.

I walked in, carrying my dear friend in my arms.

Without a glance in his direction, I made my way to the red couch in the office and placed Jenna’s body gently on it, letting her head lie on the armrest supported by a pillow.

Then I turned to face him, “I brought your mate to you. And as her bestie, I should be asking you why she’s in this state,” My voice, though calm, still betrayed...