Rhys's POV
My father had a check in his hand and my girl backed against a hospital wall, and the morphine in my system was not strong enough to stop me from getting out of that bed. The IV pulled sharp in the back of my good hand when I pushed the door open wider, and the room tilted sideways for half a second before it settled.
I said, "Dad, get your hand off my girl before I get out of this bed and break it."
Silas turned slow, calm as ever, slipped the check back into his inside pocket like I had not just seen it.
Silas said, "Rhys, go lie down, you were shot six hours ago."
I said, "I heard what you offered her."
Lena was standing very still by the window, barefoot, wearing my ruined hoodie covered in my blood, hair a mess, eyes huge, and she looked at me like she could not deci
