Page 183 of Severed Heir

The air between us shifted. “How do you know that?”

“If Myla were in your place,” Bridger added, quieter now, “I would’ve done the same.”

“Well,” I said, the words came out before I could stop them, “Myla’s seeing someone else, so maybe don’t.”

The flicker in his expression didn’t satisfy me at all. If anything, it made me feel like a complete asshole. Hearing that news about Myla had hurt him more than I expected, more than I was ready for.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “Who is she seeing?”

“Nothing.”

“She’s seeing someone?”

“I wanted to hurt you,” I whispered. “And now I feel like an asshole.”

His jaw clenched. “That certainly felt like a dagger to the heart.”

“You should talk to her. It wasn’t my place to say anything.”

He closed his eyes. “Give me a name.”

“I don’t think you want to know.”

“All I’ve ever wanted was to win. To look you in the eyes and say I beat you. Now tell me who the hell Myla slept with.”

“Then say it,” I challenged. “Say you won.”

“Fine. I won. I claimed the Northern title. I beat the Blanches.”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes,” he said dryly. “Been holding that in a while.”

I let out a breathless laugh. “Then I guess now’s a terrible time to admit Myla slept with my brother.”

His mouth dropped open. “Are you serious—?”

But a scream shattered the night, sharp enough to split the air. It came from inside the cabin.

“I need to get in,” I said, moving toward the door.

Bridger grabbed my wrist. “Let me go first. Callum won’t question me. He thinks I don’t give a damn about you.”

I froze. But he was already moving, slipping inside before I could stop him.

I stayed behind, pressed to the tree, lungs dragging in air too fast, too thin. Klaus was alive. He was here.

“Naraic,”I whispered into our bond.

“I know,”came the answer.

“Klaus is alive.”

“It isn’t him.”

Another scream tore through the air, sharper this time. More broken. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I shoved the door open and stormed inside, heart hammering like a war drum against my ribs. “Don’t hurt him!” I shouted, voice cracking from the force of it.

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