Rydan’s eyes narrowed. “You’re pregnant, too,” he reminded her coldly. “But you don’t behave like that.”
Amara turned her head away, as though the words shamed her. “Perhaps I empathize with her pain,” she murmured. “I don’t want to be the cause of her misery. Leaving her out there, alone… it breaks my heart.”
Her voice was gentle, full of concern, but it only seemed to deepen the scowl on Rydan’s face.
“You’re too soft,” he growled. “Marian needs to understand the consequences of her actions. The last time, you pleaded for her. And what did she do? She nearly killed you—pushed you off a cliff.”
Amara bit her lower lip, seeming to struggle to hold back emotion. “I just don’t want her pain to be because of me…”
Rydan reached out and cradled her face, his touch unexpectedly tender. “She made her own choices,” he told her in a low voice. Then he turned his steely gaze back to the beta warrior.
“You are not to return to her. Leave her where she is. Let her feel the weight of her mistakes.”
The beta hesitated, unease creeping through him, but he gave a stiff nod, unable to go against a direct command.