Rhea POV
"What are you doing?" I whisper-yelled, shooting him another glare but he wouldn't spare me a glance. He looked like he was very desperate to get me out as soon as possible.
I glanced back at his mother who hadn't moved yet. She was staring at me with a slight smile on her face, as if trying to hide the apprehension that had flashed across her features when I was about to say his name.
Red continued to drag me through the hallway, not minding my protests as we continued along. He didn't stop until we got to the guest room. Still grabbing my arm, he pushed the door open and shoved me inside.
When I turned to him, the smile had vanished. The gentle, affectionate look was gone.
"What do you think you're doing?" I turned with a frown but the one he was carrying looked more grim.
