The Matriarch's Judgment

Kaelen stared down at Sloane, his gaze like shards of frozen glass. He offered no hand to help her up, no words of comfort to dry her tears. Instead, his eyes held a sharp, mocking edge that saw straight through her facade. As she wept on the floor, a pathetic heap of silk and calculated misery, Kaelen found himself grappling with a single, haunting question: why had he ever shared a bed with this