Chapter 89 Fate Never Forgets
- My gaze drifts from the window, drawn by something—or someone. Fury.
- He’s too quiet. His broad shoulders are tense, arms crossed, brows furrowed as if wrestling with thoughts only he can hear. His body is here… but his mind? It’s clearly somewhere else.
- “Fury?” I ask gently, stepping out of Jack’s embrace. “Are you alright?”