Chapter 5
Much like a chastised child, Cinder sat on the same stone bench occupied by the council members earlier in the evening. They were a few yards away, speaking in hushed tones, ignoring him while discussing his fate as well as that of Io and Ran’imy. He ran his hand through his damp hair, surprised to find the hand trembling just the slightest bit. His mind flashed quickly back through the events of the evening, specifically the last hour in which he arrived just in time to watch the man he loved get shoved over the side of a boat into murky waters. There had been no hesitation on his part as he dove in after Io.
Technically, he should have nabbed Ran’imy in an effort to make sure she didn’t escape. But he followed his heart, something he was learning to do from all those nights s
