Carla rushed towards Rhys' side, not bothering to push him away but the sight she saw sent chills down her spine.
Her wide eyes go even wider when she sees Rhys hand being held by Anna's small ones.
Looking up at Rhys, it was evident he was struggling to push through, veins were bulging from his temple and his lower lip was tucked beneath his teeth.
Looking at her supposed daughter, she felt a shiver in her spine as Anna already had her eyes trained on her. The smile on her lips widening into a crazed one.
'I told you – not – to – come!’ Rhys invaded her head, making her break eye contact with the girl she was beginning to doubt was her Anna.
'I couldn't…” She stopped when Rhys grunted and a trickle of blood rolled down his nose.
She panicked.
“Go back." He huffed.
“Carla?" Damie
