FIA
My voice trembled again, and I hated it. I hated how small I sounded when the fear came through.
She stepped closer until there was barely any space between us. Close enough that I could see the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Close enough to notice that even she looked tired.
"You love him," she said.
It was not a question.
"Yes."
The simplicity of it made something inside me crack wider. I loved him. Enough to become something ugly if it meant he would live.
Morrigan exhaled slowly. "And you think you are the only one who sees the threat."
"I think I am the only one who has seen him die," I said.
Her hand lifted as if she meant to touch my face, then hesitated before settling on my shoulder instead. The gesture grounded me more than the bottle ever had.
"You should have told me," she said softly.
