Zane pov.
I didn’t want to admit it out loud, but the question had been stuck in my throat since we left the witch’s place. Tessa turned to me, her eyes still filled with worry, and asked, “Do you think we should go see him?”
I forced myself not to flinch. Not to show anything. Not the jealousy, not the hatred, not the way my blood boiled the moment she even mentioned him. I kept my face straight and nodded. “Yeah. We should.”
After all… if we wanted to sever the bond completely, we still had to talk to him.
That bastard.
That immortal bastard.
I walked beside her as we headed toward the dungeon, pretending everything was normal, pretending my chest wasn’t tight. It felt like someone was squeezing my ribs from the inside.
He won’t allow it. That much I knew. Adrian never gives anyth
