Zade's Pov

I stormed out of the basement, my fists still clenched, my jaw tight. Caspian’s words kept ringing in my head, each one cutting deeper than I wanted to admit.

“You already lost.”

The bastard.

Draven walked beside me, calm as ever, but I could see the way his eyes flicked toward me. He knew I was furious. He always knew.

We marched through the hall, the stone walls echoing with the sound of our boots. I wanted to hit something. Break something. Crush someone until their ...