RYAN’S POV
Anger surges through me like wildfire as Rafa grabs Hazel’s hand roughly.
My eyes darken with anger.
“Get your hands off her!” I shout sharply, shoving his hand away from her. I instinctively pull Hazel back, closer behind me and step forward to face Rafa.
But he laughs—a low, mocking chuckle that sets my nerves on edge. “What’s going on between you two, Ryan?” he asks, raising a brow.
I freeze in response, momentarily shocked.
Panic seizes my breathing for a fleeting second as his question catches me off guard, but I quickly compose myself, hardening my expression.
“Nothing,” I snap curtly, my tone leaving no room for doubt.
I can’t afford to slip— not even a second of guilt or uneasiness— if not, we’re done for. Rafa’s too perceptive and catches on to things v
