Lena looked up at him in surprise. The raging, swirling vortex of chaos she saw around him suddenly became calmer.
It was still there, but it was no longer a wild, untamed storm. It was a controlled, spinning vortex contained within an invisible wall.
He was actively suppressing his power, just for her.
It was a small act of consideration, but for Lena, it was a huge gesture. It was the first time he had shown her that he was not just a monster of pure power. He was a person. The fear in her heart lessened.
It was replaced by a new feeling of respect.
They worked together after that. The awkwardness was gone. Lena would hand him the materials, and then she would watch, fascinated, as he worked.
A month had passed in a blur. Within the sand-swept, subterranean halls of the Wanderers, Rhys had achieved the impossible.
