Rhea Everwood
I watched as Sage gently attended to me, his touch were feather-light as he dabbed a damp cloth on my forehead. His eyes met mine, and I saw relief wash over him.
"You are cooler," he murmured, "Much cooler."
I managed a weak nod, my throat dry and raspy. "I… I can feel it. Thank you, Sage. You didn't have to."
He simply offered a small, knowing smile, “Why are you so… guarded, Rhea? Even when you are barely holding yourself together, you don’t want help."
"You shouldn't pry, Sage," I replied casually, turning my head slightly.
He sighed, "I'm not prying, Rhea. I'm trying to understand you. To know how I can help you."
"I… I killed my mate, Sage." The words were out before I could truly stop them. Sage didn't gasp, didn't flinch, didn’t recoil like I had expected. He j
