Ffion
I was worried. And as we moved across the bridge that would take me back to my homeland that worry only grew. It was like I knew where I had to be, but I wasn’t brave enough to face it.
I worried about what might wait for me in Wales, I worried about myself and how I would cope.
I was seriously worried about Zane, who had been silent and brooding our entire trip, His shoulders tensed, and his back rigid as he led us back into the country of my birth. In the months I had spent with him, I had seen him in some moods but never one like this. Because this wasn’t anger. It was despair.
Zane had given up.
The only people who I wasn't worried about were my brother and his new mate Leah. And those were the two I probably should have been. They were so happy, and I knew better than
