CASSIUS GORDIAN

It was yet another day to try to get the truth out of the woman that was supposed to be my mate.

I had come to confront the woman I once loved, Rayna, now a prisoner of her own betrayal.

As I approached the bed inside of the Sweltering room, I was met with the sight of her bruised and battered body, her eyes sunken, her skin pale, and her once-lustrous hair now dull and matted.

She caused this for herself.

The look in her eyes was a mix of defiance and despair, a glimmer of hope still present, hoping that I would show mercy.

But I had...