Fenn pulled the car over to the side of the road, his gaze intense as he reached into his jacket and withdrew a sleek black bank card. He held it out to her, his expression a mixture of determination and something softer, almost protective.
“I would ask you to accept this, Cambrik,” he said quietly, his voice steady, leaving no room for debate.
Cambrik’s eyes widened, the gesture catching her off guard. A flicker of hurt danced across her face before she could hide it, and she drew back, her jaw tightening. “What is this, Fenn?” she asked, her voice edged with a brittle pride. “Do you count me as a beggar too?”
Fenn’s face hardened, his expression shifting to one of fierce frustration. “Truth be told, I don’t see you as a beggar,” he replied, his words carrying a raw honesty. “But Otthe
