My fists were clenched as I strode through the halls. Rounding a corner, I almost ran into Cyrus. He was speaking in low whispers with another guard. The moment he spotted me he sent the other guard away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, searching my face for answers. I shook my head, knowing if I spoke I’d burst into tears. Realizing my distress, Cyrus pulled me close. Wrapping his arms around me, he tucked my head to his chest. Part of me knew it was wrong. Anyone could see us here and report it to Bellamy or the king.
