Once we were dressed, I sat on the bed holding the journal again. Rhys sat next to me and put his hands in his lap. He nodded softly to me. I shut my eyes and reached for the burning feeling inside me once more. As it spread through me very softly I opened my eyes and Rhys gasped. He jumped back slightly.
"Your eyes." He said in wonder and reached out for my cheek. He stopped short of touching me though with a frown. He pulled his hand back. "I can feel your power even without touching you." He looked down at the journal and so did I. I watched as words formed on the pages and I gasped softly.
"It worked." I looked up and Rhys furrowed his eyebrows.
"I still can't see anything. It's well protected." He frowned deeply.
"I can tell you what it says." I resolved as I looked down at the wo
