As they moved through the caves, Fiona stared at Zephyrion's faint silhouette in the darkness, biting down on her lip.
'He's too great.'
She had been in awe of him since the moment he arrived at the house. No matter what the others said, no matter the whispers, he had remained unfazed.
And during the evaluation, he hadn't even broken a sweat as he defeated Kaiden so one sidedly.
She lowered her gaze slightly.
She was nothing compared to him.
'I don't deserve to stand by him.'
He had saved her during that spar without a second thought. And he had… praised her craft.
No one had ever done that before.
Her grip tightened slightly around her arm.
He had been nothing but kind to her. Yet the one time he trusted her… she failed.
'He deserves someone better.'
Fiona hugged herself a little tighter, her steps slowing for a brief moment.
She should turn back. Someone else should be here. Someone who wouldn't hesitate. Someone who wouldn't…
