"You're being too firm with her," I overheard someone say as I passed by the small alcove in the corridor.
I slowed my steps, curiosity getting the better of me. It was Faye's voice speaking to Rhys, her tone gentle but firm.
"I'm sorry," Rhys's deep voice responded, softer than I'd ever heard it. "I just can't stand the thought of anyone disrespecting you."
I peeked around the corner to see Rhys stroke Faye's hair with surprising tenderness. His large hand cupped her cheek as he looked down at her with an intensity that made my stomach clench. Despite everything, seeing him gentle with someone else hurt in ways I couldn't articulate.
Without meaning to, I made eye contact with him over Faye's shoulder. I quickly schooled my features, determined not to let him see my pain. With a slight nod of acknowledgment, I continued walking past them, my steps measured and calm.
"Elara," he called out, his voice hardening to the tone I was more familiar with.
