Rhys's POV:
Dark. Everything was so dark.
My mind felt like a cage, walls pressing in. I tried to move, but something stopped me.
I heard a low whisper, voices crawling over the walls.
I felt a stab of pain in my chest.
My vision flickered. I tried to shout, to say something, but words died inside me.
No. Not like this. What was happening?
"Can you break it?" My mother. She was here. In the dark. Like a f*****g thief.
I knew nothing good would come out of this.
“He is strong-willed. His bond with her... must be even deeper than you assumed." The voice sounded strangely familiar.
"It is not a bond. He desired her."
"I don't think he did. I think it was more than that."
"Doesn't matter. Do it."
I clawed at my head.
Memories came in broken colors. Laughter in odd music.
I knew
