(Finn) What the hell had I just done? Had I really just opened up to Shayna like that? Admitted my own little world of darkness to her? I slammed the axe down over and over. Pieces of wood splintered and shattered. I had a dream of coming out here and doing this on a cold and snowy night. Yeah, we’d get snow up here in this part of the mountain. I knew that because I fucking researched it before buying the land and building the cabin. Because what could be more romantic than carrying firewood into the cabin as it snowed? And building a warm fire? And getting on the couch with something to drink and holding her all damn night? I finally threw the axe. I heard it swoosh and then hit something with a snap and crack. Then there was silence, except for my breathing and the racing of my heart. There was supposed to be a plan on the horizon. The only chance of that would be Fiore coming to terms with his family and his fate. There were other ways to set up Zander and attack him. Christ, there were so many things we could probably do that involved Shayna.
