Earlier that day, he captured some people and tortured them for information, but the information they had given him in their dying screams was about you. He didn't want to believe it.

You were in the training yard, practicing with a sword that he had given you for Christmas. Since the beginning of your relationship with Azriel you hoped desperately that he would never find out about your past. You were previously a part of the Iron Teeth Clan, Blackbeak. You didn't want him to look at you differently.

"You've been lying to me this whole time?" He asks, his voice tinged with hurt as he walks up to you. "Please don't tell me it's true." He says it through gritted teeth. Even though he didn't say what he was talking about. You knew.