“Henri—wait.” He skidded to a stop, looking back at me, then at the spot where Vance had gone. Conflict simmered in his gaze. “Don’t,” I warned, but my words were ripped away as my fiancé shot me an apologetic look and disappeared into the forest.
Fuck them. And also this is what you get for trusting the most obviously untrustworthy people and refusing to trust the people who have been bending over backwards to prove themselves to you over and over again.
