Saphira’s Pov
Ferdinand walked a few paces ahead of me, his boots crunching against the dried leaves and twigs scattered across the forest floor. I followed closely, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was eyeing me differently since that day we turned in the rogues. Every slight glance he threw my way felt weighted, like he was trying to pry something loose from me. His steps seemed quicker today, and I wondered if he was trying to put some distance between us.
I glanced at him, and for a moment, his head turned slightly as if to check whether I was still following. His gaze flicked back to the path ahead. He was suspicious of me.
It was subtle, but I noticed. I’d seen how his shoulders tensed when we made camp. I caught him staring at me when he thought I
