“This must be some kind of ruse!” Rion exclaimed, reading the contents of the note again. He turned to Ravyn with a disgruntled expression on his face. “You can’t seriously be considering this. It’s an obvious trap.”
Ravyn exhaled slowly, clutching the folded note in her hand as if letting go of it might make everything unravel again.
“I’m not saying I trust it,” she muttered, “but maybe… maybe it’s real. Maybe they’re done.”
“Done?” Rion barked out a humorless laugh. “People like that don’t just stop. They don’t just say sorry and fix your damn tires like that erases everything. What if they’ve just made it worse?”
His voice cracked on the last word, and Ravyn’s chest tightened. He wasn’t angry, he was terrified. Still, the exhaustion weighing her down all day throbbed behind her eyes
