The white rose trembled in my hand as I paced my office. It wasn't the grandest gesture, but somehow that made it more meaningful. For a week now, these quiet tokens had been appearing—each one proving Rhys remembered things I'd barely realized I'd shared with him.
*For the only moon that lights my sky.*
I traced the words with my fingertip. His tattoo. The one he claimed he'd gotten for us, even as he was pushing me away. Had he really carried me in his heart all this time, even through his cruelest moments?
My wolf nudged me. *Go to him. Ask him directly.*
She was right. No more hiding behind walls of fear and pride. No more interpreting gestures and notes. I needed to look him in the eyes and ask the questions that haunted me.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my jacket and left my office. "I'll be out for a while," I told Mira as I passed her desk.
"Everything okay?" she asked, concern in her eyes.
"I hope so," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
