Chapter 149

Chapter 84-2 

My grip tightens on Loske’s wrist until my knuckles turn pure white. 

“I’m not denying something out of a fear of hurting Zara,” Locke replies, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that sends a shiver down my spine. “I am actively, forcefully refusing to hurt her. She is my choice.” 

Willow stares at him for a long, agonizing moment, watching the impenetrable wall of his devotion remain completely solid. Slowly, something vital inside her expression folds inward, extinguishing the bright, hopeful light behind her eyes, leaving behind a cold, hollow shell. 

“All right,” she whispers quietly. 

My father lets out a massive, audible exhale of relief, his shoulders dropping… but he celebrates far too 

soon.