Chapter 3

I couldn't take my eyes off the tiny embroidered "G" tucked away in the corner of the cloak's lining. I had stitched it there myself.

Every single thread carried the love and longing I once poured into it.

This was the battle cloak I'd made for Edwin. He promised me he'd wear it into war, break through the enemy lines, and return in triumph.

But now, it was draped over Damian's shoulders.

Damian acted like he didn't notice how my face turned deathly pale.

He leaned down, whispering cruelly in my ear so only I could hear him.

He said,…