The embers in the fireplace flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the small cabin. The scent of pine mixed with the lingering aroma of the fire, creating a sense of comfort that was hard to hold on to, given the chaos that loomed outside. I pulled away slightly to look into James's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear. Instead, I found resolve—an unwavering determination that made my heart race.
"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you, Aimee," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I need you to promise me something."
"What is it?" I asked, my brow furrowing.
"Promise me you won't do anything reckless. I don't want to lose you," he replied, his gaze piercing into mine as if searching for a hidden truth.
I bit my lip, the weight of his request pressing heavily on my chest. "I can't promise that, James. If it comes down to saving you or putting myself in danger, I will always choose to fight. You know that."
