Chapter 46

Olivia Martins

Then suddenly I was thrown to the ground, hard.

The impact knocked the air from my lungs, and for a second, all I could do was gasp, choke, and claw at the air like it might give me something to hold on to. My ribs screamed from the fall, my throat burned where his hand had been, and the taste of blood coated the back of my tongue.

I coughed and dragged myself up onto shaking elbows, blinking through the haze clouding my vision.

Ryker moved toward me, his face stricken, but Caspian’s voice cracked like a whip through the air.

“Don’t.”

Ryker froze. His eyes darted to mine. And in them, I saw it. Helplessness. Fury.

But he didn’t move.

I pushed myself upright, kneeling in the dirt as Caspian turned away from me like I was nothing. Like I was no one. His steps were steady as he walked toward her.

Bridget.

She stood waiting for him like some beautiful porcelain thing, untouched by the chaos around us. Unto