FAYE
Alexander waited—he just sat there in the room, eyes fixed on me like he was waiting for… something. A reaction, a question, an argument...anything.
But I didn’t give him any.
I stayed seated on the chair where I’d been the entire time, my palms resting on my thighs, my mind still trying to catch up to everything that had just happened. The echo of the council’s shock still lingered in the air even after they’d gone.
The Ring of Fire... A fight to the death.
I should have reacted. I usually did...I always did.
But right now… my thoughts were moving too fast and too slow at the same time.
After a long moment, Alexander exhaled softly and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Faye,” he said gently, “please say something.”
His voice held something I wasn’t used to hearing from him: unce
