*Saoirse*
“Rhys."
I eventually found him in the training room, likely working off some stress. I was mesmerized by his quick, sure movements as he struck the training dummy. He lowered his arms when he saw me. I frowned when his hard expression didn't lighten up at all.
My throat felt like it was going to close up as I remembered how, not so long ago, he would beam at me when we saw each other.
I wondered what had gone wrong.
Ever since Axureon told me about the origins of the staff I now wielded, I had been determined to make time for Rhys and an effort to bridge this gap that had come between us.
It didn't look like Rhys wanted the same.
He wasn't looking at me as I approached, his eyes still trained on the dummy he had been punching. “Is there something that you need?" he asked
