Caden's POV

I stood there for a few seconds, still blocking her path, my mind running through every possible outcome and not liking any of them. 

Gunnar's breathing behind me was almost gone and I could hear it clearly now because the room had gone too quiet. Leslie wasn't even moving anymore. She was just watching, waiting, and that alone told me how bad things had gotten.

I clenched my jaw and looked at Carian again. Everything about this felt wrong. She shouldn't even be here. The fact that she was standing in front of me, speaking, moving, looking exactly like she used to-it didn't sit right with me at...