FINNIAN

My heart wouldn’t stop pounding as we reached her chamber. Rowan didn’t wait, he pushed the door open.

Felda sat upright on her bed, her back against the wall, her face pale but calm. I let out a small breath I hadn’t known I was holding. She looked better still weak, but better.

Rowan moved to her like a storm, his heavy steps matching the fury in his eyes. He knelt by her bed and kissed her forehead, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. He ...