I sank my hands into the liquid.
It was unusually warm as it rolled over my palms.
My feelings would drown me. They would rob me of my place in the human realm.
I hadn’t fallen for Fyn.
He hadn’t fallen for me.
I would marry the prince.
The prince was the right choice.
I scooped the water up and drank it quickly before it could seep between my fingers. But it didn’t satisfy my dire thirst.
In desperation, I downed more until it burned in my throat in a way even the wine hadn’t.
I needed to dull the ache that took hold of me.
Pain rippled through my body until I was quaking. Darkness climbed around the corner of my view as heat overtook me.
I stumbled.
I fell.
Nothingness swallowed my vision whole.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FYN
The bed was empty beside me.
Her sword, her flask, her bag were all here with me still, but she wasn’t.
I threw on my boots and grabbed my sword before I ran out the door and down the stairs.
This was bad. Very bad.
How was I going to tell Lioran and Aelira that I lost her?
I had lost her.
She doesn’t know where she’s going.
When I pulled back the inn’s door, Kylana was sitting on the bench with a mug. She looked up at me. “I always wondered who it was until I saw you look at her. Maybe I even understand it.”
I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly. “I told you my heart wasn’t free.”
Her voice grew softer. “You’re looking for her?”
“Where is she?”
“She went for a walk towards the woods,” she said.
“The woods?” It only took a moment to remember howclose we were to the starlight pool. “Please tell me she didn’t go that way.” I pointed.
“She seemed upset.”
