CIAN
The door closed behind Fia with a soft click that I felt more than heard.
I stood there longer than I should have. Staring at the closed door like I could will it back open. Like I could reverse the decision she had made and bring her back to where I could actually protect her instead of trusting protocol and neutral escorts to keep her safe.
My hands flexed at my sides.
She chose this. I had to respect that. But respect did not mean I liked it. It did not mean the primal part of me that screamed at separation was suddenly quiet and understanding. It was not. It was loud and insistent. In fact, every instinct I had demanded I follow her. Make sure she arrived safely. Make sure no one laid a finger on her.
I forced myself to turn away.
There were other matters that needed my attention. Things I had set aside while the emissaries were here. Things that would not wait just because my mate had left for Silver Creek.
My mother.
