Elijah pulled himself up in a dark room; his mind was obviously somewhere else as several thoughts ran through his head.
It's been three years since his search for Rhea stopped and five years since he last saw her.
What if she doesn't want to be found? What if she wants to live far away from him?
Elijah groaned as he did the very last of his strenuous exercise, his well-chiseled torso covered in sweat, and his long hair, now in lovely locks, fell across his shoulders as though wishing to feel just a tiny bit of his well-sculpted body.
Everything about him screamed eligible bachelors.
He ran his fingers through his locks,pulling it in a ponytail.
No one saw her leave, and no one had come across her in the last three years.
Could she be dead?
Elijah shuts his eyes in agony at the tho
