Chapter 12
Priya pov
I didn't stop walking when Rhys called my name the first time. Or the second. By the third, I could hear his footsteps picking up behind me, closing the distance fast enough that I knew he wasn't going to let this go.
His hand closed around my arm, gentle but firm enough to actually stop me.
"Priya. Hey. Talk to me."
"I'm not in the mood for friendly talks, Rhys." I pulled my arm free, my voice sharper than I meant it to come out, though I didn't have it in me to soften it right now.
"What's going on? Is Kayla—" His face had gone pale, worry cutting through the usual easy warmth he carried around like a second skin. "Is she okay? What happened?"
"She's stable." The word felt clinical coming out of my mouth, borrowed straight from the doctor, but it was the only
