POV: Ferdinand King

Miranda was gone.

I stood in the empty healing wing, staring at the spot where Lady Macbeth had taken her, and felt something break inside my chest.

Not the mate bond. We hadn't completed that ritual. But something just as fundamental. The certainty that I could protect the person I loved most.

She'd walked away to save her father. Surrendered herself to a monster because that's who Miranda was. Kind. Selfless. Too good for this twisted supernatural world and definitely ...