Xander

I expected many things when I pulled Finn away from the other soldiers after the battle. I thought he might ignore me entirely, might flee, might do exactly what he seemed to be doing a moment ago and refuse to give me any kind of answer.

In no world did I expect the words that just dropped from his lips.

I stare into the icy depths of his eyes and try to find the wink of amusement, the sparkle of a joke. He offers me no such reassurance. Just cold, clear certainty.

In the back corners of my mind, a clock starts ticking. I can only boggle at his...