Losing Lina was worse than death. A thousand arrows rained down on Kaden, his entire body rigid as a rock, a tidal wave coming to drown him.
Kaden could barely breathe when she was gone. The only thing he could think of was her. When he slept, he dreamt of her soft caress on his face, when he breathed, he tried to remember what she smelled like, and when he spoke, he wished she was the one listening.
"Begging?" Kaden repeated, lowering his stare.
Lina could feel her heart growing paralyzed by him. He'd always had that undeniable charm. Each tender touch was fire on her skin. His breathy laugh tickled her insides. And when he glanced at her, she could barely speak.
Kaden's anger made her feel like a tiny ship struggling in a turbulent ocean. Her heart swayed at his emotions. She knew he was not the kind to beg or grovel. A man like him who'd ruled the world, led an army by himself, and swung his weapon with might, would never bow his head.
