Sloane's POV
"The crib is ready. I'll have a maid bring it to you later." His voice was cold, detached.
My throat tightened as I swallowed awkwardly, unsure if I should thank him in this moment.
But Epoch didn't give me the chance. He turned on his heel and disappeared into his room.
I stood frozen in place, staring at the closed door, my chest sinking with a heaviness I couldn't quite put into words.
He's still bitter about the shortened trip, Vanya whispered, her voice trembling. We need to make him understand—you rushed back to the Obsidian Pack to protect him from another breakdown during the rain, not to run back to Zane.
I drew in a deep breath, stubbornly replying. And why should I?
I would never compromise for any man again, no matter how powerful they might be.
Whether it
