THE BATTLE cry got stronger and fiercer. It was as if we were right at the heart of the war. The fight was terrifying to hear, bleeding our eardrums and conscience. People were risking their lives out there. They were taking everything they had, their soul and bravery, to defend the place, the kingdom, and the nation from its ruin. Their blood, sweat, and tears were soaking the ground where they were engaged in battle.
Worry gnawed at the center of my heart. It had taken root, waging my own war inside my head. Every fiber in my instinct told me to go out and be with Rhys. The bond kept us in sync, making me restless about his safety. But the opposing side of it knew that the logical way in all of this was to stay inside where it was deemed safe so that Rhys could focus on himself and figh
