So it was Edith and Emma teaming up to attack her. That was no surprise—by now, those two probably hated her with a passion.
Finnian hesitated for a moment and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want my help? People online are saying some really awful things.”
Amara shook her head firmly. “No need. Let them say whatever they want. I have a clear conscience—I've got nothing to fear.”
Finnian shot her a glance, seeing that she was resolute and showed no sign of wavering. It was obvious she had no intention of trying to suppress the trending topics. “Alright then, I’ll get going.”
He was careful to keep his distance when dealing with Amara now, leaving promptly after speaking. He hadn’t even met her eyes during their conversation.
Amara watched him turn and walk away so decisively, and for a moment, she was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Finnian to be so considerate.
But after a few steps, Finnian stopped and added, “If you ever change your mind and want those posts taken down, just let me know. I have contacts in that field—it’s just a phone call for me, no trouble at all. I’ve done the same for Hogan before.”
“…”
There it was again—he brought up Hogan.
It seemed like Finnian felt the need to remind her every time that he only saw her as a sister.
Amara felt more awkward than ever. She didn’t look at Finnian, just said, “Okay, I understand.”
Finnian nodded and left.
Back in her room, Amara finally let out a sigh of relief.
Ever since the talk they’d had that day, things between her and Finnian had changed. There was a barrier there now; the warmth and subtle intimacy from before had disappeared, replaced by a distant, almost formal politeness.
In theory, this kind of relationship was for the best. But Amara couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable, as if both of them were wearing masks when they spoke. Maybe it would be better to avoid talking to each other as much as possible from now on.


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