BROOKSZade’s eyes found mine, and for a moment the world stilled. His face was bloodied, his chest heaving, but all I saw was him. My mate, my bond. The one who had promised I was safe with him.“Brooks,” he rasped, his voice breaking through the chaos. “Are you okay?”For a heartbeat, all the fear, all the rage, all the doubt inside me fell away. Hope flooded me, raw and blinding. He came. He was here.But then, her words came back to me again.“This woman,” I whispered as I gestured to the so-called Lady Natasha, my throat tight, “she says she’s your mother.” My laugh was hollow, desperate. “But that’s a lie, right? Tell me it’s a lie.”The look in his eyes was the answer. A flicker, pained, guilty. The ground dropped beneath me.“No.” My voice cracked. “No, Zade. Don’t tell me—”“I’ll explain everything,” he begged, words tumbling out like broken glass. “I swear, Brooks, I’ll explain—”Laughter. Cold. Cutting. From her.“There is nothing to explain,” Lady Natasha’s voice rang thro
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