CHAPTER 113

ZYLIAH'S POV

The drive back home was mostly silent. Fynn tried making small talk, but my responses were vague and curt.

"Why are you moody? Is it because of Sayge?" he asked, suspicion lurking in his tone.

I immediately sat up, shaking my head so he wouldn't suspect. "No," I replied with conviction ringing in my voice. "Why would you think that, Fynn? I'm just tired, that's all. I thought you'd understand this."

The tension in his shoulders eased. “I'm sorry, baby,” he ...