Zade's Pov

The moment Draven opened his mouth, I knew I wouldn’t like what he had to say.

His face carried that expression I hated, the one of hesitation, of carefully chosen words. I despised it. I wanted answers. I wanted blood. Not cautious sentences that tiptoed around the truth.

“Caspian survived,” he said flatly.

The words hit me like a blade to the chest. My vision blurred, my blood boiled. A storm roared inside me, tearing everything apart.

“What?” I ...