Nancy just stared at him her ice-blue eyes locked on his pale, calm face. There was a flicker of confusion behind her steady expression. His words about Razeal about him defying fate and making things worse for himself echoed in her head.
What did that even mean?
Razeal defying fate? She didn't understand. Razeal didn't seem like someone who cared enough to defy anything. He did whatever he wanted, yes but not because of some grand rebellion against destiny. Still, Riven's tone carried a certainty that unsettled her.
Nancy shook her head slightly, brushing off the thought. She didn't want to drown in another maze of someone else's riddles. She already had too many questions clawing inside her mind, too many confusions she couldn't afford to lose herself to.
And yet, the more he spoke, the heavier the air around him seemed to become.
