CHAPTER FIVE
MAYBE HE SHOULDN’T have said it like that. Kayleb watched thoughts flitter through the eyes of the woman in front of him. His mate. His denya. Had she known that she was his? Had he tried to keep her?
“You were on the Kella,” he said, trying to piece things together. It made sense, but he didn’t actually remember. The desire for recognition beat at his brain until an entire side of his head pulsed with the need to know. He reached a hand up to somehow staunch the pain at his temple and winced when his fingers met broken skin and came away wet with blood.
The woman sucked in a sympathetic breath, wincing along with him. At least, he hoped it was sympathetic. He was relieved to see that there weren’t any more long planks of wood within reach.
“We must have...” He didn’t mean
