*Rhys*

I leaned against the rough bark of an ancient oak, its gnarled roots twisting into the earth. I watched the lodge door from a distance. Saoirse needed time, and I'd given her that.

The sun dipped low, streaking the sky with purples and oranges, as I wrestled with my heart's desire to keep her by my side.

"Give her time," I murmured to myself. "She needs to sort through the storm in her heart."

Turning from the door, I found Daxton, his broad ...