Adina stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection as Thessara's words washed over her once again. It had been hours since then, but she hadn't been able to get the words out of her mind.
Was it even possible to do so?
Adina had cried, unable to keep her tears at bay. She had let it all out fully. Her heart hurt for her mother, whose entire life had been devoted to the goddess only to be ruined so tragically. Her heart hurt for the man who was her father, a man she'd never met but who played such a big role in her life. Her heart hurt the most for her mate, Thorne.
Where would she even begin with him? Hadn't the gods done enough? Hadn't they punished him enough? How could she even begin to—
Her thoughts were paused when the door groaned open. She quickly wiped her tears, but she wasn't fast enough. Thorne's brows furrowed, and in an instant, he was next to her, helping her sit down, his face pinched in worry.
