"Fiore."
The voice drifted through the cool morning air, tugging her out of sleep's grasp. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, heavy with drowsiness. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the canvas of her tent, casting faint shadows across the makeshift bedding. As her vision cleared, she saw Lance standing outside, his tall figure silhouetted against the light.
Still groggy, Fiore sat up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Her hair was disheveled, and she was momentarily confused about where she was. "Lance?" she murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep.
But something was off. His usual calm expression had been replaced with a scowl, his jaw clenched tight. He remained at the entrance of the tent, not stepping inside but standing there with a disapproving frown.
"You didn’t cl
