CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
The old cobblestones of Golden Paw feel cool beneath my bare feet, a stark contrast to the fire raging within me. I watch from the shadows as Finnic’s silhouette diminishes against the backdrop of dawn's early light, every step he takes toward Iron Will echoing like a solemn drum in my heart. His departure is a silent affair, yet it screams in my soul, a cacophony of betrayal and confusion.
I should call out, demand answers or even hurl accusations. But words are traitors, and mine have deserted me. He doesn't glance back, not once. Perhaps it's better this way; I could never mask the hurt in my eyes with a hollow farewell. My voice would break, revealing more than I dare to admit.
"Skye," Ford's whisper cuts through the silence, his hand warm on my shoulder. I shrug
