Chapter Twenty Seven— When His Hands Trembled
She wasn’t supposed to see him break—but once she did, nothing between them could ever go back to the way it was, not ever again, not truly. The wind cut through the trees as dusk settled over the forest,painting the world in bruised shades of purple and fading gold.Mirabel walked ahead, brushing branches aside as she followed the faint path toward the old outpost Cole had insisted they check.The day had been long,but the silence between them had stretched even longer. Cole followed a few steps behind. His footsteps were steady, but his breathing too controlled, too measured told her something was wrong.She had noticed it earlier,the way his hands kept flexing at his sides,as if he was wrestling with something he couldn’t afford to let loose. Triumph trailed behind them, humming softly
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