RHYS WASN’T GOOD AT goodbyes. His body seemed stiff the entire time. Layla knew it was because the last time he’d said goodbye, their parents had died. Now, he was losing Layla, too. It wasn’t that she’d be gone forever. He was always welcome to visit.
She wouldn’t mind seeing Cairo someday, either. She’d even told him so; told him he wouldn’t last long without her, either.
The big dragon man wrapped his arms around his little sister, the woman who, in his eyes, had just been a girl up until weeks ago. Suddenly, she’d morphed not only into a woman, but into a skilled hunter. A dangerous thing.
Now, Rhys held her at arms’ length while he studied her face. His own eyes were glassy with unshed tears. She rolled her eyes and tried to crack a reassuring smile. She would be fine. As much as s
