Felicity's POV

The room smelled like death and despair and my own failure. I knelt on the cold stone floor with Marcus's head cradled in my lap and my hands pressed uselessly against the rope burns on his neck. His skin was already turning cold and his eyes stared at nothing and I couldn't stop screaming.

This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen.

I'd kept him hidden for so long. Months and months of sneaking food to him and lying to everyone and pretending my mate ...