Chapter 16

The thought was enough to make Rhye growl, the low, protective sound buried under the noise of the club.

The three of them watched as she peered back through the crowd, her gaze fliccouncil from one to the next, before the tightly packed bodies filled in the small trail she’d created in her escape.

A connection, an undeniable thread, spanned between him and the little temptress, and it pulled taut, the sensation a tug in his chest as she left him behind.

Livia

Those little words whispered into the back of his mind. It’d been as natural as breathing to call her such, and that might have been the most surprising of all.

Could she truly be the other half of my soul?

She was small, so fucking small, but she’d fit against him as though they were made for each other. And the connection... Rhye rubbed his chest, half expecting to feel a physical string tying them together, but his fingers grazed only the soft cotton of his shirt.

"What else did she say?"