“You’ve been hiding this from me?”

“You didn’t have to take care of him.” Caedryn’s grey tunic opened to point out his linen shirt beneath. Blood speckled it.

I pulled the opening farther and touched a drop. “Is all of this your blood?”

I scrutinized his face. Oh. I noticed the place he wiped it however had performed a poor job. His hairline held traces of blood. “You hit him.”

“No, I didn’t. However I broke a number of chairs. This”—he indicated his knuckles—“occurred after I punched the wall.”

Caedryn slipped his arms into my hair and leaned his brow to mine. “Niawen.” His voice carried a lot ache. A lot worry.

“You tortured him, didn’t you? I do know you’re mendacity.”

“I really like that you could see the reality in me. I’m sorry. I’m simply making an attempt to guard you.” He kissed my cheek, close to my mouth.

“Don’t lie.” My arms threaded via his hair, and I pulled his head again as Caedryn tried to kiss me once more.

“All proper.” Desperation slipped into his voice. He wished to distract himself from the concern. From the worry. He wished to cover in his violent ardour. As he pushed his hips towards mine, I felt his ache. He inched me again till my backside touched the desk. “I don’t need to lose you. My worry took over. Any risk to me is a risk to you and our little one.”

“Is he alive?”

“Sure.” He kissed me on the mouth. He was hungry. His soul cried out for me to return his contact.

I gasped again a fraction. “Take me to him. I can heal him.”

“It’s taken care of. Somebody is seeing to him.” He edged my jaw with kisses, and though my head angled again to permit him, I remained inflexible with concern.

He wouldn’t shove what he’d performed underneath some carpet and use euphoria to make issues higher.

“What you probably did was fallacious,” I mentioned.

“Niawen, please.” His tone mentioned, “Not now. Stick with me.” I wouldn’t have entry to the prisoner, to heal him or in any other case, even when I begged.

“Caedryn,” I struggled to maintain a stage head as his mouth descended on my neck.

“He’s been drugged. He’s resting,” he murmured as he hoisted me up, wrapped my legs round his waist, and carried me throughout the room to a mattress.

I held on to his shoulders as he laid me down. I had no extra willpower.

Harmful.

Merciless.

He’s my husband.

A tear leaked from the nook of my eye.

“Is that this protected for the babe,” Caedryn whispered as he leaned over me. He kissed the tear away.

“Sure.” I swallowed my issues. We might work on his rage, on his worry. We had time. I might nonetheless assist him.

He can have this one second to overlook.

Caedryn felt my concession. And as I caressed his cheek, I heard the door’s latch drop, locking us inside. I heard the curtain draw round us.

We have been cocooned from the world. Alone.

SIXTY-THREE

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