"Why the hell are you out here alone?"
Rhett's voice snapped through the silence like a whip, raw and unforgiving. Savannah didn't flinch, she had been expecting him, just not so soon. Her arms folded over her chest, the wind tugging at her coat as if trying to pull her away from the cliff's edge. The desert stretched endlessly before her, dust clouds rising in the distance like ghosts of old wars.
"Because I needed to think," she replied calmly, though her pulse betrayed her stillness. "And because you wouldn't."
He moved closer, his boots crunching over gravel and cracked earth. His eyes, wild with a sleepless fury, found hers in the dim moonlight. "So you run off to the ridge like a lost soul? You think that solves anything?"
"No," she said, chin lifted. "But silence does."
