Chapter 49

Rhobart had a soulmate. A person who was the perfect half of his soul. A person who understood him better than anyone else.

Not everyone was lucky enough to find love. Some married for the wrong reasons. Very few people were blessed with soulmates. Even fewer found their other half, for there was no other way of knowing than by touching a person.

“Where is she now?” Ayla asked. Her voice trembled.

Rhobart looked away for a few moments, then looked back at her. Sadness was written all over his face. “I lost her because of the war.”

Her heart broke for him. To find the only person who made you whole, only to lose her. No wonder he pushed everyone away. The pain he must have felt when he lost her.

“I am sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t!” Rhobart snarled. “I don’t want your pity.” Anger flashed in his eyes.

“I don’t pity you, not even a bit. Losing her must have been devastating.”

Rhobart nodded and resumed moving his hand up and down her arm. “I hated your father for starting the war