Rhys's POV
The federal agent said we were under arrest, and Lena's hands went tight in my jacket like she was trying to hold the whole world together. The press room went dead silent for half a second, then erupted, cameras flashing fast enough to blind, reporters shouting questions over each other, security stepping in with their hands up.
I shifted in front of Lena without thinking, my shoulder screaming where the stitches pulled, and stared the agent down.
I said, "You have the wrong people."
The agent held his badge higher, steady.
He said, "Rhys Maddox, Lena Hart, turn around, hands behind your back."
Lena pressed her face into my good shoulder for one second, breathing hard, then stepped back and lifted her chin, blood crusted on her split lip, my hoodie hanging off her, bare
