*Rhys*

I paced the length of my chamber, the stone walls feeling like they were pressing in on me. I felt trapped, caged. I was waiting for a predator I could not outfight or outrun, and every moment it sunk its claws deeper into my flesh.

Axureon was out there somewhere—Saoirse was out there somewhere—his return uncertain. Everything was uncertain. I needed to find her—them.

"Still pacing, Rhys?" came a voice from the doorway. Daxton was finally on the ...