Rhys stood in the quiet of his personal chambers, his mind focused on the complex weave of his own power. It was in this moment of quiet contemplation that the connection broke.
It was not a gradual fading or a slow weakening. It was a sudden, violent severing, like a string being snapped.
One moment, he was connected to Whisper, his silent spy, seeing the world through its intangible eyes.
The next, there was nothing. Just a void where the connection had been.
Rhys's eyes snapped open. The calm in his chambers was shattered. He reached out with his will, trying to find the thread of their connection, but there was nothing to find. Whisper was gone.
Just before the connection had been completely erased, a single, fragmented thought, the last desperate report from his servant, had flashed through his mind.
It was not a full sentence or a clear image. It was a single sentence filled with urgency.
Replaced…
