RAINE’S POV
Cyril kept staring at me, his hands still firm on my jaw. The fact that he didn’t speak right away, honestly, made me feel worse.
His green eyes narrowed, not in anger, but like he was trying to figure out if he heard me right. My chest tightened. My arms crossed without thinking as if I could physically hold myself together.
Then, finally, spoke, “How the hell do you know about that?”
“About what?” I pretended to be clueless.
“About Diane.”
I swallowed a lump that had suddenly formed in my throat. I didn’t give him the chance to read me; I kept my head up, not pulling my eyes away. Even though I badly wanted to.
“Raine!” He yelled. “I need f*****g answers.”
“I saw this coming, Cyril. You don’t need to act surprised. I knew you’d want to be with her eventually. You
