Pecan's pov
The wind carried a chill, its gentle caress doing little to soothe the storm raging inside me. I leaned my head against the window, my tears streaking silently as Liam drove. His cologne lingered in the air, a warm, woody scent that should have been comforting, but it only reminded me of how safe I felt in his arms earlier. And now, here I was, alone in my thoughts, trapped between pain and confusion.
Why did it hurt so much? Was it because Paul, my mate, the one who was supposed to choose me...picked someone else? Or was it the sheer terror of almost losing my life, only to be saved by someone who wasn't even bound to me by fate? The questions felt endless, a constant swirl of doubt and regret.
