Kael
Nadia, Nadia, Nadia. Her name had been a constant echo in his mind ever since the Mate Ball, striking him with guilt in time with his heartbeat.
He couldn’t stop seeing her collapsed with pain at the Mate Ball. The mix of horror, hurt, and anger on her face as she’d realised what he’d done to her. How something in the centre of his chest had snapped when she’d managed to force out the words Factum est before collapsing lifelessly into Vincent’s arms.
And here she was now – standing upright, looking nearly recovered, despite how impossible that was – gazing at him in shock with Vincent’s arms still around her.
The sight was nearly unbearable.
.
You did the right thing, son, Kael’s father had told him when learning of the whole mess. That had only made him feel worse. Nadia
