RYLIE
"Rylie," a voice says from behind.
I turn, already knowing who I will see.
Conner. Hunter's right hand man. His best beta. The lacky who does his dirty work.
"What do you want, Conner?" I demand.
I am so not in the mood for him. Not after sending Val off with the break up letter for Patrick. Though, to be honest, I am never in the mood for Conner.
He strides up alongside me. "Hunter wants to see you."
Panic flutters in me.
"What?" I ask. "Now?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
Conner wiggles his eyebrows. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
It is the sort of typically infuriating comment I expect from Conner.
He reaches forward to take my arm.
I yank it back away from him.
"I don't need guiding," I snap. "I can walk myself."
He laughs and holds his hands up. "Whatever you say,
