REID POV
As soon as we secure Merina to the chair in the cell, I turn around and leave, heading back the way we came in. King Malachi is questioning Merina, getting more details from her about her confession. Even with my distaste for torture, I’d love to watch her squirm, love to watch him get every piece of information out of her by whatever means necessary. She deserves it for everything she did.
But the ache in my soul pulls me out of the room and back towards the packhouse, back towards my distressed mate. Her pain is mine, growing stronger by the second, clawing up my insides, impossible to ignore.
I shove the door to the building open, and Taryn flings herself at me, her high heels in her hand. She buries her face in my shoulder as she clings to my neck and her tears soak my T-sh
