As Darius exited his room, he swayed at the rocking of his ship. Damned storm! Darius almost broke his neck climbing down the docks. The wind whipped at him, as if trying to convince him to stay on board.
As if the violently brewing storm would stop him from tracking down Shereen. He wouldn't let anyone harm her - even if she appeared determined to harm herself.
He still couldn't believe he'd woken to her gone. It didn't help that he woke with a yell, his body tense. In his dream he was being eaten by a monster as she watched. The scream she'd uttered still echoed in his head, but who cared about a nightmare when Shereen had fled while he slept?
His own fault, really. He'd not listened to her wishes. Not respected her choice. But he would support it if she'd give him another chance.