Easton
The dungeon had never felt this small.
I’d spent nights down here before—usually because Braxton or Aiden wanted to make a point after I’d done something reckless as a teenager. The walls had always annoyed me, but today they felt like they were closing in.
Maybe it was because Arianna wasn’t here anymore.
The room still smelled like her.
Wildflowers.
Rain.
Something uniquely hers that settled into my lungs and refused to leave.
Gavin was quieter now than he’d been all morning.
Not because he was happy.
Because he was worried.
“She’s hurting.”
“I know.”
“We should be with her.”
“I know.”
“She’s scared.”
“I know.”
Every answer I gave him was the same because there wasn’t anything else I could say.
I’d found my mate.
She wanted me.
And somehow…
She believed being
