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Craig's POV I hated the look on her face. Her face was pale and I saw the way she tightened her fist on her dress. Then those words. It was the most heartbreaking words I had ever heard, and the fact that she believed it was true. Fuck that. I held her face, making sure her eyes never left mine. She tried looking away, but I held her chin and forced her to look at me. “Look at me. You're wrong.”Her eyes were moist, but she didn't let a drop out. Malcolm thrashed within me, hating the fact that our mate was sad. How could she think she was the reason for everything ? If anything, she was the reason things started moving forward. We had been stagnant for years, having no idea what's the next course of action. We remained hidden, with no goals, no purpose. But right from the moment I brought her to this place, things started happening. I could see the possibility of winning back my throne with her by my side. “Don't think we are running away? We're leaving here because we ne

Craig’s POV“So, this is what you’re hiding, Cousin. A healer.”Ron's voice sounded distant. I knew he was close, but all I could focus on was Freda’s hand on mine. The voices and clashes of the fight around us had dimmed. And without looking, I knew everyone must be staring at Freda. It was so rare to see a healer that everyone might have forgotten what was happening around them. I held Freda’s chin without opening my mouth. ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked through the mind link. Ever since I discovered she was my mate, I had found ways to communicate with her through our minds. I wanted to always be updated on where she was, and I felt that the tracker wasn’t enough. Freda frowned at me. ‘I came here for you.’ The concern in her voice was thick. I held onto her hand. How was I supposed to protect her here? I had expected her to escape with the rest. A sudden, sharp clapping of hands breaks the atmosphere. “Oh! I see what’s finally going on here. Is this the person with the

Craig’s POVPain shoots through my head, making me clutch onto it. Dried blood clung to my skin.I groaned, pushing myself upright. I hope everyone was able to escape from the cabin. I hope Freda was able to escape.Malcolm let out a whimper within me. ‘I miss her, already.’I did too. But there was nothing I could do about it.I sat up, letting my gaze wander the room I was in. There was no bed, so I was huddled on the floor. The room was dark - the only means of ventilation was a barred window on the left side. It was so high, making it difficult to reach or be able to glance at the outside world. This must be some sort of prison my Uncle or Ron had conspired for people that offended them, which I was at the top of the list. I sighed, trying to think of my next line of action. Now that I was in my Uncle’s place - my rightful place - there should be something I would be able to do here. A crackling sound announced the opening of the door. “My sweet cousin is finally awake.” Ron

Craig’s POV “Well, I have a gift for you.” I moved back on instinct. I hated how close he was to me.  His smirk grew bigger. He moved around me, his gaze narrowed like someone eyeing a prey he was about to kill.  Maybe that was all I was to him. A prey.  I moved back.  Then he moved backward, dragging himself back to his seat. Then he clapped his hands dramatically.  My eyes narrowed at the door.  

Craig’s POVWe were dragged from what I assumed was Clayton’s throne room, right back to the room they had brought me out from, but this time, I wasn’t alone. I had a roommate - the lady with the mark. The men threw her carelessly on the floor, making her gasp for air, before letting out that random cough again. My heart ached that she had to go through what she had no idea about, especially since she was just innocent. Yet, I was thankful it wasn’t Freda in that position. The moment the men left, I dragged my feet to where she remained lying on the floor. I turned her, making sure her face was facing upward. “Are you okay?”She let out coughs, then clutched my hand again. “Please, help me.” She coughed; this time, it was accompanied by drops of blood. I cursed, helping her to sit upright so that she would feel better. But all she did was hold my cloth strongly. “Please… help…me.” Each word was punctuated with a loud cough. My hand lifted her back. “Please, stop talking. You ar