*Rhys*
I paced the length of my chamber, the stone walls feeling like they were pressing in on me. I felt trapped, caged. I was waiting for a predator I could not outfight or outrun, and every moment it sunk its claws deeper into my flesh.
Axureon was out there somewhere—Saoirse was out there somewhere—his return uncertain. Everything was uncertain. I needed to find her—them.
"Still pacing, Rhys?" came a voice from the doorway. Daxton was finally on the mend after Alexa’s unexpected attack. I did not understand what she thought she had to gain. Still, Daxton’s presence was only a small comfort. Saoirse was gone, and I had no way of finding her to explain what happened and beg for forgiveness.
