Rhea POV
I don’t even know how Isa got to me, but somehow she did. One minute I was standing by the door, still replaying everything that had happened at the lounge, and the next I was seated beside her on the couch, words spilling out of me like I’d been waiting my whole life to say them out loud.
She didn’t interrupt or even look particularly shocked. She just sat there, sipping her wine, her gaze fixed on the glass like she was listening and not listening at the same time.
I told her everything. How I found out we were mates, how Mom’s healing was getting worse, and finally how he offered to help if I became his mistress. Every word made the knot in my throat tighter, every confession heavier than the last.
“Why not just reject me?” I said, my voice cracking, no longer able to conta
