Rohan was a young man. Fourteen, on the verge of fifteen at his best guess—he wasn’t sure of his age. But his connection with Thisbe was electric. It was life changing. And he knew she felt something for him, too, though it might not be on the same level. She was driven by duty, as was he, and that in itself seemed enough to make them compatible. When separated, they were strong. But together they were stronger. Fluid. Dare he say it? Unstoppable. Whether they worked together as friends or something more was to be decided by fate. But working with Thisbe for life was no longer an if. They had formed something, an unbreakable bond, that couldn’t be removed no matter how much distance was between them. Thisbe had changed Rohan’s life. And even if he could only admire her from afar, so be it. But he knew that their connection had solidified something incredibly powerful between them that no human nor beast nor dragon-woman could sever.

Love was a strong word. He knew that, too, and anyone who hadn’t experienced this feeling couldn’t possibly relate to it. If what Rohan felt for Thisbe wasn’t love, it was a step above it. Something transcendent that hadn’t yet been named.

Luckily, he could concentrate on other things, though it was difficult at times. But when it came to assisting Thisbe’s people and statues that she counted on most, he was all in. Whatever it took, he would do it. His passion and drive had the wondrous ability to shove aside his weariness and fatigue. And his desire to be as powerful as possible against the Revinir was so strong that he would do anything… to learn everything.