I can hear raised voices coming from the parking lot and I run toward them, my heels clicking on the pavement, and when I round the corner I see them next to a black SUV.
Rhys has his back to me and the other man is standing in front of him with his hands on Rhys’s shoulders, talking to him in a low urgent voice that I can’t quite hear.
“What’s happening?” I call out.
They both turn and Rhys’s eyes flash that gold color for just a second before fading back to gray, and he takes a step toward me but the other man blocks him.
“Stay there,” the man says to me. “Don’t come closer.”
“Why not?”
“Because he needs a minute.” The man looks at Rhys.
Rhys is breathing hard, his chest heaving, and he’s staring at me with an intensity that makes me want to take a step back.
“I’m fine.” His voi
