"I saw you looking at that Nevian guy, and now you're crying? Did he break your heart or something?" Kieran asked, jumping down from the barrier.
Valeska remained silent, not even sparing him a glance.
"Oh wait," he said, as if piecing it together. "He's your mate."
Something flickered in Kieran's eyes—something unfamiliar—but Valeska didn't catch it. She was too busy wiping away the tears clinging stubbornly to her lashes.
"What did you come here to do?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse.
"I came to see the werewolves," Kieran replied casually, that smug smile tugging at his lips. "It's been a while since I had a little one-on-one with Nevian. I wonder if he missed me."
Valeska's lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line.
"About the forbidden stone—"
