Fiona's povThe chamber door was wide. I should have knocked. But I heard moaning that drew me.“Logan,” I muttered to my self, stepping inside.What I saw rooted me to the stones.Amaiya straddled him, naked, lips crushing his. Their bodies tangled in a fever of sweat and gasps, his hands clutching her breast as though she were life itself.My throat closed, my chest hollowed out. Tears came before I could stop them, hot and heavy. He broke me with every sound, every movement, every lie undone in one sight.“Amaiya…” he groaned into her mouth, not even seeing me. Not even knowing I stood there, watching him give himself away.I stumbled back, hand over my mouth to smother the cry clawing its way out. The chamber spun open. My heart screamed louder than any war-horn.He was mine. He had sworn it in blood, in vows, in the way he looked at me when he first opened his eyes again. Yet here he was, drowning in her heat, blind to the world.I ran.Down the stair, through the silent corridor
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