Rain.
Do I miss Rhysand?
Long and short answer? f**k. No.
But I go two seconds and the thought wriggles its way back into my head.
Do I miss Rhysand?
I try to shove it out and focus. It’s stupid to think that.
Sure I’ve been ignoring him for over a week. Sure at some point he’s stopped calling and texting me. His sudden silence a physical weight I can’t shake for the three days I’ve been at their family estate.
Elena had bundled everyone back to her estate after that day, she refused to hear anything and insisted we’ll be better off where she can keep a proper eye on us and the maid Martha can help in taking care of Colt.
I’ve followed along, happy to be included, happy that Colt is getting better and letting me drop kisses on his forehead.
But the thought of Rhysand still find wa
