Malrik POV

The entire ride back from Strowhowl felt like drowning with my heart lodged in my throat. Every mile dragged, each tick of the clock a lifetime.

I’d been a fool a blind, arrogant fool. I’d trusted the wrong man and delivered the very person I’d sworn to protect straight into his hands.

How had I missed it?

How had I been so blind?

Zebulon’s voice wouldn’t stop echoing inside my skull: All your information came from Roarke. He shaped your view. He moved you like a ...