Maybe wrapping his wings around me, writing me notes, had been Rhys’s way of ensuring his weapon didn’t break beyond repair. That was fine—fair enough. We owed each other nothing beyond our promises to work and fight together. He could still be my friend. Companion—whatever this thing was between us. His taking someone to his bed didn’t change those things. It’d just been a relief to think that for a moment, he might have been as lonely as me.
