KNOX’S POV
The words land like a punch to the gut.
I stare at him, this man who’s been by my side for over a decade, who’s bled for me and killed for me and never once questioned my judgment until now.
And I see something in his face that I don’t recognize. Fear. Not of me — Nathaniel’s never been afraid of me. Fear for me.
“What are you trying to say?” My voice comes out lower than I intended, dangerous in a way that should make him back off.
He doesn’t.
“I’m trying to say that you need to think, Knox. Really think.” He holds my gaze without wavering. “That woman — she might be another man’s fated mate. Another man’s second chance. Have you considered that? Have you considered what happens when she finds him? When the bond she’s supposed to have with someone else finally clicks into
