Rebecca

After that, I stopped arguing with him. We walked the ridge in silence. The path narrowed, pine needles soft underfoot, the trees whispering in the breeze. His words sat heavy between us, too sharp to ignore, too raw to soothe.

When the cabin lights came into view through the dark, two of the rogues slipped from the shadows. They had stood guard while we were gone, eyes alert, ears tuned to the forest. Their bodies tensed when they saw Maximus’s glow still faint under ...