"I don't think it's a good idea," commented Georgianna, visibly nervous, her agitation increasing in step with the approach of the training ground, at the top of the hill.
The arena where Rhys and his army engaged in the strict routine of their morning training.
"Maybe you could ask Kellan to intercede for you..." the girl suggested hopeful, but Isadore didn't listened to her.
"Stay here if you want." she offered her curtly and without adding anything else continued to climb up the hill driven by the anger that ran incandescent throughout her veins.
She'd had enough.
Had tried to be patient and understanding.
Because she knew it was for her own good, Rhys was trying to protect her, keep her safe.
But her patience had reached the limits of her endurance.
Isadore felt suffocated no
