Wrapped Around Her Finger

[Fineon’s POV]

"I’ll grant you whatever you’d like as long as you can locate my sister."

"Then tomorrow we will try again."

"Tomorrow?" Angles repeats, his brows furrowing. "Why not now?"

"Can’t you tell he has worn himself out," Fallon snaps before I get the chance to respond. "He needs to rest; otherwise, he may end up causing harm to himself."

Feeling a small sense of satisfaction over just how worried she is about me, I give Fallon’s hand a squeeze.

"I’ll be fine either way," I assure her. "But it has been a long day, and I would like to rest up."

"Do as you wish," Angles sighs. "I’ll have my men show you to the guest wing."

"No need. The rest of our group is still waiting for us. We can sleep on the ships."

"Suite yourself," Angles shrugs, giving Fallon a glance that is filled with disappointment. "I won’t push."

"Thanks."

Finished speaking, I begin to move, pulling Fallon along behind me. Despite Angles’ joking tendencies, it wasn’t hard to tell that he had taken an interest in