Dorian‘s pov.

I rode like a storm—wild, unthinking, raw. The wind clawed at my face, the reins burned in my fists, and still, it wasn’t fast enough. My heartbeat pounded louder than hooves against the ground. I had left her. My mate. With him.

Tiberius.

The name tasted like ash.

“Dorian!” Cassian’s voice finally pierced the haze, his horse catching up alongside mine. “Hey—can you slow the fuck down? I get that you’re messed up right now, but we need ...