Is it too much to ask for a simple, calm life with someone I love?
Can’t I just have that?
“Don’t worry, Fiona,” Ethan says, grabbing my attention again. “I will find whoever did this and they will be punished. My people are looking into it, and they’re the best.”
“Thank you, Ethan,” I murmur and kiss his cheek. Then, I turn to the men standing in front of us. “And thank you for coming to help.”
They answer with various forms of it being their duty and privilege as they fan out, beginning their search through the rubble and ash. Ethan follows me, keeping me from falling or getting hurt as I step over or push pieces of wreckage aside.
“My room would’ve been over here,” I tell him, pointing to the right. “So, if the necklace was anywhere, that’s where it would’ve been.”
I stumble
