LIVIA

I couldn't believe this was my life now.

For two weeks, Tristan had kept me locked up in a cold, damp cell for two whole weeks before he finally realized I knew absolutely nothing about the crime they had pinned on me.

Two weeks of staring at stone walls, smelling the scent of silver and rot, all because he chose to believe that lying witch over his own mate's bloodline.

How could he believe her?

How could he look into my eyes, see the truth written in my soul, and still choose to ...