That one hit. I felt it, hard and deep. My wolf snarled inside me, but I didn’t let him take over. Not yet. I clenched my fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms.
“Say whatever helps you sleep at night,” I muttered. “But don’t fool yourself, brother. She’s not with you because you’re the better man, and we both know that.”
Something flickered in Rhys’s gaze.
"f**k you."
"Well..." I stopped when the door creaked open behind Rhys.
We both froze.
"Oh, shit."
Keya stepped out, barefoot, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that hung to mid-thigh. Her hair was messy, and her eyes were puffy from sleep. Her expression, though, was sharp. Awake. Angry.
“What the hell are you two doing?” she snapped, voice low and laced with fury. "In the middle of a f*****g hallway?"
Rhys turne
