EVE POV:
I didn't look back at him either. I couldn't.
I was still cradling Salem in my arms, his tiny body trembling, his weak breath the only sign that he was still alive. My fingers brushed against his fur, my body still shaking from the panic that had gripped me moments ago. He was alive. He was going to be okay. But me?
I was broken.
Lucius had killed him. Lucius had taken Salem's life from me, and now, I couldn't even look at him without seeing the betrayal in his eyes.
I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to think about any of it.
But I had to.
I had to live with the truth of what had happened. And I couldn't make it go away.
My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, fury, and hurt, and all I wanted was to wake up and find out that none of this had ever happened. But it had.
Lucius had betrayed me. My mate—my supposed protector, the one I had begun to trust—was the very one who had hurt me in the most unforgivable way.
