My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 211

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Soren’s brow puckered, though only for an instant. Mindy’s fate concerned him about as much as drifting snow; foolish choices deserved their own consequences. Yet he knew speaking that truth aloud would paint him cruel in Fiona’s eyes, so he merely said, “She’s close to the tents— hardly in danger.”

Fiona’s shoulders eased, and the ragged rhythm of her breathing slowed until the frozen night held nothing but the wind’s thin whistle against the canvas.

Flames crackled in the pit, their restless light splaying orange blades across her face while the defiance in her eyes melted into wary calm.

He offered the canteen and said. “Drink while it’s still warm.”

Fiona lowered her eyes. “We have no idea when the Royal Guard will return. The night is cruel and the wind worse. In a few hours you will be as parched as I am, Lord Soren-keep it for yourself.”

“It won’t come to that,” Soren replied. “The Royal Guard won’t keep us waiting for hours.”

Yet Fiona did not reach for the canteen. Her hands stayed folded in her lap, knuckles white with silent resolve.

“Heh, are you turning it down because my lips touched the rim?” Soren asked, studying her with a half-raised brow.

Fiona’s jaw tensed. If it were life or death, I’d swallow any pride, any disgust.

But hunger had been appeased; thirst, she told herself, could be endured a little longer.

Soren let out a brief, humorless laugh. “I’ve seen you flout etiquette in private, Ms. Fiona. Why so prim now?”

Fiona considered the flames, then looked up, a spark returning to her voice. “Does my disdain bruise your pride, Lord Soren?”

Soren’s gaze held hers, dark and unreadable. He said nothing.

Fiona smiled, a blade wrapped in silk. “Of course. A man as exalted as Lord Soren hardly cares what others think. You sought me out tonight because you have use for me, nothing more.”

The flicker in his eyes shifted—calculating, perhaps—yet the words stayed caged behind his lips.

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“So,” she said plainly, “are you still scheming about the business in Yondale?”

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After a pause, Soren answered just as frankly. “I would be lying if I claimed it never crossed my

mind.”

A low, sarcastic chuckle slipped from her throat, the sound riding the wind like a taunt.

In the wavering torchlight, a flush crept up Soren’s ears. Had it been daylight, she would not have spared him the teasing comment now dancing on her tongue.

“Think what you will,” he said at last. “Yes, I remember the last time and the mistake I made. If there is a next time, it will be after I marry you. I’m not starved for female company; if that were my aim, a concubine would suffice.”

Fiona shot back, “People crave hardest after what they can’t possess.”

“There are women lovelier than you, Fiona, plentiful as stars,” he replied, voice steady. “I’m short on patience; I won’t waste it chasing you for a petty conquest. Nor does a pretty face spark thoughts of marriage.”

Fiona was no starry-eyed maiden. She understood calculation when she saw it and, truth be told, possessed her own.

Yet wedding Soren had never crossed her plans. So she said nothing.

Soren uncorked the canteen once more and held it beneath her nose, the cool leather brushing her sleeve in quiet insistence.

Choosing not to waste energy on another round of refusal, she accepted and drank.

“Get some sleep. I’ll stay awake; nothing will harm you,” Soren assured her, his tone unexpectedly soft.

Your presence is no guarantee, Soren. When danger truly strikes, I trust no one outside the Niven family. Better to rely on myself.

Weariness, however, proved the stronger argument. Within moments her lashes fluttered shut, and she surrendered to sleep beside the dying fire.

Soren watched her in the hushed gloom. He brushed the wind-tossed strands from her forehead, fingers lingering as though memorizing their softness.

Then he bent, intent on a kiss, but air alone touched his lips; he retreated, unreadable.

When she surfaced again from fragile sleep, dawn had bled just enough color into the sky to

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see shapes. Soren sat beside her, sword cradled like a child, yet he too had dozed off.

She tilted her head and studied the earthen wall. It rose the height of five grown men, its packed soil mercifully soft.

A few yards farther, jagged boulders waited, stark proof of how narrowly she had been spared.

Relief fluttered through Fiona. Chance, it seemed, had finally chosen her, not the grave, the life she remembered ending with a single tragic fall.

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