“How would that be helpful for our future goals?” she bites back, narrowing her eyes.
“And what are our future goals, Fenmore?” Warrick’s anger rises.
“To save—” she starts, but he cuts her off.
“To save Rohhit? To put you in danger so you can drag him back from the Gods know where?”
I can see how quickly resentment begins to fuel his words. He’s hurt that Fenmore is tethered to another, and it’s been evident for days.
“Yes, Warrick,” she says, lowering her voice. “That is the plan.”
“Amazing,” he responds, sarcastically.
“Warrick,” she snaps.
“What?” he bites back.
“I’m choosing to save someone’s life because they are good, and they don’t deserve the fate they have been given.”
“You don’t even know him.” Warrick stands. “He doesn’t know you, and you are so willing to risk everything for him already.”
Her face reddens. “I do know him.”
“No, you fucking don’t,” Warrick shouts, and from his expression, I can see he instantly regrets his harsh words.
“Please, Warrick,” Fen whispers, letting every crushing word pull her deeper into her guilt. “Just calm down.”
Silas stands. “Warrick, sit down and lower your voice.”
“Take it easy, buddy,” Larkin adds.
“Is it true?” Warrick steps toward Silas, curling his fist. “What she says?”
“About Rohhit?” Silas responds.
“Yes,” Warrick snaps. “The connection.”
Silas glances at Fen, who remains motionless, watching with wide eyes—as if wishing he wouldn't ask. I can’t help but feel for her. It's a sensation that feels so natural with the tether clicked into place, yet so terrible as she witnesses Warrick’s heart shatter before her eyes.
“It’s true,” Silas says.
Warrick huffs, tossing his hands in the air.
“It’s a connection I can never fully describe to someone who can’t feel it. It’s raw, powerful, and all-consuming.” Silas acts asif he doesn’t want to speak the following words. “She claims to know him because, with everything that she is, she truly does—deeper than he may know himself.”
Warrick blinks slowly and brushes his hands through his blonde hair, striding to the open balcony doors.
“I can’t do this anymore, Fen.”
“Do what?” Tears well in her eyes.
He turns to her. “Love you while you love someone else.”
She lets out a sob. “It’s not like that; I don’t love him.”
“Yet,” Warrick snaps. “Right?”
“Please,” she begs.
