Cindra’s POV
I paused, sitting back and letting the words soak in. Every tear stain and smudge of ink seemed to be teeming with her grief. These entries were written not long before my birth, according to the dates at the top of the page. It was too bad she hadn’t lived to write about my birth. I would’ve loved to read her excitement at having me born alive after she feared I’d stopped moving inside of her.
“What are you doing?” Helio asked.
“It’s so sad,” I said softly, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “To lose both the man she loved and her fated mate. Even if she didn’t love him or care for him, she must have been devastated. They’d been married. The breaking of that bond must have been agonizing. And she thought I was dead as well.”
My chest clenched. I’d read a few books on what
