Sam sat leaning against a boulder, still unable to stand up fully. His breathing was heavy, his shoulders were moving up and down, and his body was still trembling despite the cloth. But it wasn't just the cold that stabbed him-there was something else. Something that made her chest feel heavy and her throat feel like it was being strangled.
He turned his head slowly towards Aurel who was lying a few steps away from him, shrouded and closely guarded by Adora. Sam's eyes narrowed, not out of suspicion, but out of pain and deep disappointment.
"Aurel," her voice was hoarse and low, but sharp as broken glass. But enough to make everyone fall silent.
Aurel opened his eyes slowly, looking up at Sam. There was guilt that he didn't hide, and fear that ran deep.
"I know that look, Sam," Aurel
