CHAPTER 29
RHEA'S POV
"Right," I mutter, taking a glance back at him. He is not looking at me; his back to me. He runs his hand through the weapon shed like he is looking for something.
I look away from him and do as he says instead, making my way to the main building. The gym sits at the second floor on the first room to the right. I step inside, glancing around. Music is blaring from the speakers.
The bass thrums through the floor, vibrating up through my shoes. Someone's left the stereo on. I slip my hands in my pocket, walking through the rows of equipment that line the walls.
The smell of sweat and rubber hit me next even though there was no one in sight. That particular staleness of a room that has seen too many bodies pushing themselves too hard.
I'm not a fan of the gym, goin
