Chapter 55

• Fiona’s POV
• “Fiona? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
• We were face to face, so close I could see every fleck of color in his pupils, the way they shifted like liquid chocolate in the low light. For a moment, I lost myself in the tiny reflections they held—my own face, drawn and breathless, staring back at me. His gaze felt like a weight, pressing gently but insistently on my chest, making it hard to breathe yet impossible to pull away.