Chapter 92 War Is Coming
- Fiona’s POV
- I watch as Micah slams the file down in anger. It's midnight, and he hasn't come to bed. Ever since we came back from the sanatorium, he has been in his office, attending calls and trying to understand the situation. I lean against the doorframe and take in the tense angle of his shoulders.
- "What is it, love?" I ask him softly, concern etched across my face.