Chapter 14

• "I don’t want your apology, Lowan," I said, my voice tight, barely above a whisper. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, the nerves writhing in my stomach. "I don’t want anything from you."
• Lowan didn’t flinch. He stood in the doorway, his posture straight, but the intensity in his eyes—there was something vulnerable in them. Something that made me feel like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, and the wind was pushing me closer to falling.
• "Then what do you want?" he asked, his tone gentle, almost like he was afraid to break the fragile silence that hung between us.