Rhia’s POV
Something inside me boiled with a mixture of anger and humiliation as we stepped out of the hall into the cool evening air.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed, yanking my hand free from Rhys’s grip. Somewhere between our dramatic exit, he had somehow managed to switch roles; now he was the one leading me out.
Rhys turned, that stupid and infuriating smirk of his glued to his annoyingly handsome face as if he hadn’t just embarrassed me in front of Miles. “You’ll have to be more specific, sweetheart,” he said casually, feigning innocence. “A lot of things are wrong with me, apparently.”
My jaw tightened. “Don’t play games with me, Rhys. You know exactly what I mean.” I snapped, trying to steady my voice even though my pulse was racing. “Why did you do that? You could
