Chapter 19

Rhys knelt beside her, his eyes filled with concern and a deep hurt that mirrored her own. He longed to reach out and comfort her, to banish the darkness that had engulfed her.

Rhys sat beside the bed, watching as Amara slept soundly, her face framed by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She looked like a serene, beautiful angel in her slumber, her features relaxed, free from the worries of the world. Her peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a deep sense of reality.

“This world has been too cruel to you, Angel.” He muttered softly. 

Beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight, Amara looked ethereal. So innocent. The soft silver beams spilt through the window, casting a delicate radiance upon her face.

Her ebony hair cascaded in graceful waves around her, like strands of midnight silk, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Moonlight danced upon her delicate features, illuminating the contours of her fa