His brows shot up like a deer caught in headlights.
“You’ve got to be kidding me," I snapped. “Don’t tell me you two actually came here to spy on me!”
“No?” Rafael tried, his voice two octaves too high. His face turned red so fast it was almost impressive.
I laughed. Loud. Bitter.
"You two are f*****g unbelievable.”
Rhys opened his mouth, but I pointed a shaking finger at both of them.
“What are you? Twelve?”
“I didn’t even want to come,” Rafael muttered under his breath. “He dragged me.”
“Gee, thanks, tattle tale,” Rhys shot back.
“Don’t you even start,” I growled, my gaze snapping back to Rhys. “You had no right. No. Right.”
“I just wanted to check if you were okay,” Rhys said, lifting his hands in that classic I’m-an-i***t-but-a-hot-one posture.
“Oh, that’s rich,” I hissed.
