Rhea POV
Having done everything to escape that damned factory, helped Donald get to safety and stayed up all night, I did not have the strength to argue with him now, even though he was pushing for it.
"So I can't care about you again? Is that it?" The tone of his voice was the only cue I needed to know he was livid.
He was always that way when his ego was punctured.
When I heard that word come out of his lips, I couldn't resist the laugh that slipped out of my lips. When I looked up at him again, his face was so red I almost feared it would burn his hair. "I don't understand what you mean by 'care'. Was it when you asked my captors to get rid of me and make sure my body was never found? That doesn't sound like care, does it?"
When I said that, his jaw clenched. The muscles flexed for
