Zade's Pov

I stormed out of the basement, my fists still clenched, my jaw tight. Caspian’s words kept ringing in my head, each one cutting deeper than I wanted to admit.

“You already lost.”

The bastard.

Draven walked beside me, calm as ever, but I could see the way his eyes flicked toward me. He knew I was furious. He always knew.

We marched through the hall, the stone walls echoing with the sound of our boots. I wanted to hit something. Break something. Crush someone until their bones snapped under my hands.

Lucky for me, we had someone to use.

We reached the room where Kyle was being held....