Kieran
I stood so fast my chair scraped across the marble floor.
"Celeste," I growled. "Of all people—Orion?"
My pulse thundered in my ears.
A vampire.
A Council member.
A smug bastard who's been parading Geena around like a damn trophy—while my sister was left thinking she was unworthy.
And now I find out he knew? He knew she was his mate and still treated her like that?
I clenched my fists. Damon cursed and pushed off his chair, following close behind as I stormed out of the library.
"Kieran," he called. "You need to cool down—"
"I am cool," I snapped.
"You're the opposite of cool."
I didn't answer. I needed to find Cassidy. I needed to know how long she'd known. Why she hadn't told me. How she'd stood there so calm at the summit, while I sat across from the man fated to my sister.
And worse—a vampire.
They weren't like us. They didn't stay. Their idea of commitment was blood-bound by force or politics—not heart. Not soul.
