And now, just months later, it seemed he was on the verge of losing it all. Who knew that the one thing that made him happy would also be what tore him apart?
He landed at the family compound, briefly casting his gaze toward the attic window, sucking in his bottom lip. Clenching his hands into fists, he swallowed down his hurt and strode up to the front door. Inside, the house was relatively quiet, the majority of the occupants out enjoying the evening or seeing to various tasks. Io considered it a blessing, finding it best if he avoided most conversations. The wrong word might be enough to send him into a fit of tears. Besides, he only stopped by to fill Daisy in on the latest round of failures and heart breaks. How dare Cinder think he could use sex as a distraction and magically make everything better?