“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.

calling, but I

feet did because

circle of

concern.

to talk to,”

nodded and walked to a nearby bench, I followed him and we sat. “What’s

mess.

I know. But you are strong, Piper. You’ll figure

laugh. “Cause right

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

the words were, they felt like some kind of lifeline. I found myself leaning toward him, his warmth was

confused, Warrick kept screwing up and Rowan kept being so great. I

anymore.

he whispered, his tone very unsure.

caught, and in that instant, I couldn’t tear my eyes off of him. The space between us seemed

second, I drew back, my heart pounding. “I can’t,” I whispered, and then stood

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