Author's POV
What the hell was Caspian doing?
No…really. What was he doing?
He was supposed to be helping her. Helping turn her emotions back on. Helping bring Hazel…the real Hazel…back from whatever godless void she had been swallowed into. Her babies were missing. Her heart was cold. Her soul was shut off.
And he was here.
Fucking her….Pleasuring her…Giving in.
Cayden stood frozen at the door, the scene before him a godless painting of lust and betrayal. Hazel's bare chest still glistened with the remnants of Caspian's release. Her legs were spread open, unapologetically wide. Her eyes were empty yet dangerously alive.
"What the hell are you doing, Caspian?" Cayden's voice thundered through the room, ragged and boiling. "Is this what you're supposed to be doing? Really? Is this how you plan to save her? By fucking her?"
Caspian didn't speak. He couldn't. Shame poured down his face like sweat. He couldn't even look his brother in the eye.
