CHAPTER TWENTY
The forest wraps us in a cloak of shadows, the only light coming from the half-moon peeking through the treetops. Ford's presence is a solid warmth next to me, his green eyes reflecting the moonlight like twin beacons of emerald. My heart races as his lips brush mine, gentle but filled with a longing that mirrors my own.
"Skye," he whispers against my lips, and I can taste the hint of fear mingled with desire. "This... It’s right..."
I pull back, my breaths coming in short gasps as the reality of our situation sinks in. The old woman's prophecy echoes in my mind, haunting each moment with its grim foretelling. I see it in his eyes too—the knowledge that every second we spend intertwined might be hastening his end.
"Ford, I'm so sorry," I manage to choke out, my voice bar
