Fated Tragedy
The silence that followed was almost painful.
Alek’s hand found mine, warm and steady. He pressed a kiss against my temple, his voice low but resolute.
“We’re heading home first,” he said. “Elder Benjamin knows where we are, and I refuse to expose you any further. There’s a lot to plan, a lot to rebuild… and I know you need to let out everything that this bitch put you through.”
His words were protective — not controlling, but grounded in love, in guilt, in all the things we hadn’t said yet.