Chapter 18: A Planned Faith
RHYS ADRIAN
God. I couldn’t watch the tears streak down her face as I pulled the car over.
I lowered my gaze to the dashboard, willing to do anything to avoid meeting her eyes.
I didn’t want to see that same look from that night—when she had collapsed, half-naked in the streets of London. It'd haunted me since then.
Tonight, it was deadlier, alive with something toxic and sharp, burning straight through me. Her gaze seared my skin.
“Let me out!” she screamed again, but I didn’t.
Other things I would do didn’t matter, but letting her out of the car before dropping her home was the one thing I wouldn’t do.
“What do you want from me, Rhys?” Her voice cracked as she wiped her tears.
For a moment, I wished I dared to tell her, to meet her eyes.
But it ha
