KAEL'S POV
Riley.
Riley.
Riley.
Gods.
That woman.
What hadn't she done? There was nothing her hand touched that she didn't ruin. Everything. The most underestimated person I had ever met. Plotting against my back with Kain. Smiling in my face while planning my death.
Riley.
She did this.
If I could ever get out of this situation—this mess, this condition. If I could undo whatever she had done to me. What I had been through…
The thought of it made my blood boil.
She betrayed me.
And saved me?
For what?
Did she really save me? Or was she merely trying to rid herself of guilt?
I stood up from the bed.
Pain shot through my ribs. Through my legs. Through every wound they'd carved into my flesh. I gritted my teeth. Refusing to make a sound.
I'll be damned if I use a stick till I die.
I kicked the wooden crutch away. It clattered across the floor.
I walked out through the tent flap. The cold air hit my bare chest. I didn't care.
Where the fuck was my so-called mate?
