LIFE CAN BE VERY CRUEL

The silence between them was deafening and it almost felt like they had reverted back to the very beginning, to the time when Cane saw her as Gerald's daughter and himself as her master.

And just like what was expected of him, there was no explanation. He didn't reopen the conversation about what Redmond had said earlier, he just kept silent. He let the other person think whatever she wanted, without him giving any idea over what was in his mind.

What Redmond said had opened a can of worms and this made all the progress, even the mate bond between them, pale in comparison to the pain that they tried to forget.

What traversed before was a bunch of unspoken things, it fell into the same list of the things that they pretended had never happened, just like how Cane found comfort every night by holding Iris close to him or how they talked about pain and scars the other night.