Rhia’s POV
The day had been one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did. It was a horrible one from the very first second. And now, sitting in Rhys’ car with my hands pressed hard against my trembling lips, I couldn’t stop shaking. The whole restaurant scene kept replaying behind my eyelids like some cracked cassette.
One moment, I was running to Rhys, heart in my throat, and the next, I was being dragged back, held captive by massive arms that seemed impossible to fight. I had been terrified, imagining myself in the same horrifying position as the woman. And a part of me, the small, selfish, and scared part of me, berated myself for losing control and for not slipping out unnoticed when I had the chance. Why did I run toward him? Why did my legs move on their own?
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