A gentle breeze stirred.
It ruffled the hair of the man before her.
Amelia Finch reached out to brush away the stray strands of hair, her gaze lingering on his familiar face as she grew lost in thought.
She hadn't joined the others in Silas Linden's plan because she wasn't feeling well, so it was no surprise that the task of caring for Ethan Quinn had fallen to her.
Perhaps it was less about her taking care of him and more about giving the two of them some time alone.
'It's been so long, yet he managed to end up in such a sorry state...'
'Isn't the God of War supposed to be all-powerful? How can he just lie here, refusing to wake up?'
Amelia Finch stared blankly at his face. They hadn't seen each other since their encounter on Mount Cinderwood.
In that time, she had gone through a living hell. Days of eating only to throw up, then forcing herself to eat again, all for the sake of the child in her belly.
