CLARABEL’S POV

The gravel crunched beneath my shoes as I stumbled to a stop, it was nothing compared to the sting of his words.

Malakai stood at the edge of the courtyard archway, his dark hair disheveled, his broad chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon. His eyes burned into mine, filled with a rage that practically shook through the air between us.

“You want to go back to your ex-husband who left you out to die? Then go!”

His roar still echoed off the walls surrounding the inner gate. He thought he was breaking me. He thought the threat of the open world, of being tossed...