scream balanced on the edge of my lips. I managed to swallow it back and scanned the room for evidence of a struggle, anything that would give me an indication if Tyrrik left on his own accord or— “Ryn?” Tyrrik whispered from the open door of the bathroom. He stood bare-chested, and water ran in rivulets down his skin. A towel was wrapped around his tapered waist. A new sense of angst replaced my previous panic as heat flooded my cheeks. “Sorry,” I mumbled. He must’ve felt my fear through the bond. “I thought they’d taken you.”
