Ayla
“Back off, Rhett!”
River showed up with a hard look on his face, half-running toward where we were standing. His hand clamped onto Rhett’s shoulder and yanked him away from me, hard enough that Rhett stumbled back a step.
“Ayla’s scared of you,” River said coldly. “Why are you so damn stubborn?”
Rhett straightened up and brushed River’s hand off like it was nothing. A faint smile spread across his face—the one he always wore when he thought he had the upper hand.
“Wow,” he said casually. “Right on time. Or is this your thing? Showing up to play the hero?”
River let out a short, sharp laugh. “I’m not saving anyone. I’m just making sure you know your place.”
“Oh, I know my place.” Rhett glanced at me briefly before looking back at River. “The question is, do you know yours?”
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