Chapter 215: Chapter 215: The Silent Assassin

Eleonore’s POV

I watched the tears fall down Rhett’s cheeks as he looked down at his hand. Each one falling slower, and then faster, than the last. There was a look on his wide face that I couldn’t tell, wide open with joy, wide open with love and adoration. And yet.. Something else, entirely, too.

I pushed towards him, both body and mind, and felt something cold where I had expected to be welcomed with warmth.

There was an image of childhood abandon inside of him, shrieking out, calloused and untouched hands reaching out for someone to grab them. I could see the image of a young boy, his hair and eyes the same familiar shade I would know even in death–Hayden, or was it Rhett?

Was it the both of them, perhaps?