Kimberly
The rest of the day passed in a blur. After Kendrick left my cabin, I found myself unable to focus. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but my thoughts were far from the documents in front of me.
I had expected Kendrick to scold me, maybe even dismiss my complaints and tell me to endure whatever treatment I received here. Instead, he had come to my defense so swiftly, so fiercely, that I still couldn’t quite believe it.
Kendrick—the ruthless, feared Blood Lord—had stepped in and defended me as if I was something precious to him.
I wasn’t sure how to process that.
I had spent so long believing that he was incapable of anything other than cruelty. That the idea of him caring for me—truly caring—was impossible.
But today…
Today, I had seen something different.
A man who did
