DENOVA’S POV
Rhys was mad, but he tried to not show it. He seemed conflicted with his emotions. It was a new sight on him. That intrigued me.
“What are you yelling at me for?”
I didn’t know where I got the courage to yell back at him from, but I did. He seemed taken aback by it, but recovered almost immediately.
“The hell were you doing with Calvin?” Even saying his name seemed to disgust him. I frowned, not liking the fact that I was scolded for a situation I could not avoid and wanted no part in.
“Last I checked, I could be with anyone I wanted to be. This is a free nation, is it not?” He gave me a deadpan look, his composure for keeping calm slowly slipping away. I may like to push people’s buttons, but I did know when to stop in order to avoid trouble for myself.
I exhaled and ru
