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Keefe checked everywhere.

Havenfield. Everglen. The training grounds. The grove behind the Black Swan’s base.

Nothing.

She wasn’t at any of them.

And then, it hit him.

She wasn’t just hiding. She was talking.

To someone who wasn’t there.

His stomach twisted as he leapt away, leapingg straight to the Wandering Woods.

She was exactly where he feared she’d be.

Mr. Forkle’s wanderling.

She sat on the grass, legs crossed, idly twisting a dagger in her hands.

Talking.

“Keefe’s being an asshole,” she muttered, gaze locked on the name etched into the stone. “I’m awesome at stabbing trees, and you might not believe it, but I burned down a Neverseen storehouse.” A shaky laugh. “Everyone was mad at me, but I think you would have been proud.”

She swallowed hard, blinking fast.

“Wish I could join you, Forkle.”

Her voice cracked.

“Heaven sounds amazing compared to here.”

Keefe’s chest tightened.

He hadn’t noticed before, but she was wearing green—the color of life. The color worn at a Wandering ceremony.

And for the first time in his entire life, Keefe Sencen had no idea what to say.

Silent tears streaked her face, but she didn’t move to wipe them away. Just sat there, knees tucked to her chest, staring at the stone like it held all the answers she would never get.

His throat was dry.

“Sophie.”

Her whole body stiffened.

She didn’t turn. Didn’t look at him.

Just let out a slow breath.

“Go away, Keefe.”

He didn’t.

Instead, he took a step closer.

She let out a bitter laugh. “Of course. You never listen.”

Her fingers curled around the dagger. “Why are you here?”

His heart pounded. “Because I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders tensed.

“I was stubborn,” he continued. “And an idiot. And I hurt you.”

Still, she didn’t look at him.

“I should have listened,” he murmured. “I should have been there.”

Her breath hitched.

Keefe swallowed. “And I should have been the first to apologise.”

Finally, finally,q she turned.

Her expression was unreadable, her eyes unreadable, but she looked at him.

And for the first time in a week, he could breathe.e

“I miss him too,” he admitted quietly.

Something in her cracked.

But her voice was sharp when she spoke. “And Lia?”

Keefe exhaled. “I don’t love Lia.”

Her jaw clenched.

“I love you.”

Sophie inhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around the dagger—then loosening.

And before he could process it, she had lunged forward, throwing her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder.

He held her tight, letting her tremble against him.

Neither of them spoke.

They didn’t need to.

This was cute!!! And also I brought back lia ew disgusting throws up