Her Secret

TRIGGER WARNING: Some scenes in this chapter may cause discomfort or trigger certain individuals. Read at your own risk.

[Fallon’s POV]

A shiver rolls through me, and I hope that Fineon didn’t notice it because this was something I didn’t want to talk about. Although my visions were a blessing given that I knew from a young age who was my fated one and managed to uncover the truth behind Anika’s death, they were also a curse.

Taking a slow breath, I try to push away the images that I don’t wish to see.

"What’s wrong?" Fineon’s voice is gentle, as are his hands that touch my cheeks. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"I see many ghosts," I point out, hoping to lighten the mood. "It comes with the territory."

For a moment, Fineon doesn’t speak as he continues to examine me, looking with all his might to find what it is that has turned my mood sour. However, when he doesn’t find it, his face softens.

"I’m not pushing you to tell me your secrets," he begins, making it clear that he isn’