Chapter 16 - Stand and Fight
*Rhys*
I stood beside Conall, my jaw clenched tightly. I hated to see that look on Saoirse's face, and I hated to be the one who put it there. But her safety was more important than her happiness. That beast had gotten far too close to her.
It had soared above us, its shadow vast and imposing. The sight of it—scales shimmering beneath the sun, wings outstretched in a silent threat—had rooted me to the spot. A primal fear clawed at my insides. It was too close to the vision in my nightmares brought to life.
"Prince Rhys," Conall snapped, his voice sharp as flint, "focus. We have a monster to slay."
"Right." My voice came out strained. I looked away, not wanting him to see the unease that undoubtedly painted my face. Guilt gnawed at my conscience. Siding wit
