Rhea POV
Mutt. That nickname made my skin crawl. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might throw up just from looking at him.
Seeing I still wasn’t saying anything, he took a long drag from the cigarette and stepped closer. Instinctively, I stepped back, but that only made his grin widen.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten who I am?” he asked, smoke curling out with his words.
How could I ever forget that face? Even after all these years, it was burned into me like a brand. For any child, that face was a digital footprint. It was permanent, unforgettable. The scar running across his eye was still there. The only difference was that now he was way older and his features were rougher.
“You’ve grown so well,” he commented, stepping closer again while I kept retreating until my back hit t
