“How could you? I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I said, walking back and forth in the clearing behind the packhouse.

Warrick leaned against a tree, crossing his arms, frustration written all over his features. He had called me to speak with me and I can’t seem to stand him, not after what I saw.

Though I felt hurt, I still shouldn’t show it to him that I am hurt.

“Piper, please,” he said, strained. “I have apologised a hundred times. What more could you possibly want from me?

“It’s not about the apology, Warrick!” I spat, spinning to face him. “It’s about trust. You broke it and now… now I don’t even. know who we are anymore.”

His jaw hardened, and for a moment, he said nothing. Then his voice gentled, almost imploring. “I made a mistake, Piper. I know that. But I love you. Doesn’t that count for anything?”

I shook my head. My chest tight, I managed to get the words out: “Love isn’t enough when I can’t even trust you.” The silence.

was a stretch between us.

Finally turning away, I muttered, “I need to get my head sorted,” and I walked off.

Warrick calling, but I didn’t

which way to go, but somehow my feet did because they carried me in

he was having some sparring with a circle of younger

concern.

need someone to talk to,” I whispered as

nearby bench, I followed him and we sat.

fumble over words because my brain just felt one huge jumble of a mess. “It’s Warrick. Everything just seems so… shattered. And maybe not worth

you are strong, Piper. You’ll

a bitter laugh. “Cause right now, it feels.

hand on mine. In his quiet voice, he said, “You are not alone. You’ve got people who care about

the words were, they felt like some kind of lifeline. I

kept screwing up and Rowan kept being so great. I am not sure of what

anymore.

leaned closer, “Piper,” he whispered, his tone very unsure.

off of him. The space between us seemed to reduce and, in one

I drew back, my heart pounding.

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