Sage Pov
I never thought day sixty would come. Sixty days since I met Rhys, sixty days since I pulled him from his dimension into mine. I woke up feeling the energy of my element racing under my skin, like an electric current ready and charged, waiting for me to use it. Day sixty, I was awoken to the sound of birds and the swish of the leaves, the soft patter of the rain on my cheek. It hadn’t rained last night when we went to bed, not on my watch or his, but from the smell in the air and the feel of the drizzle on my skin, it was just now starting up and would soon turn into a downpour. I didn’t move, simply laid here staring at Rhys, his sky blue eyes peering into mine with a seriousness that tells me that all along, he’d been counting just the same as I have. Day sixty, the day my powe
