Just as I’m about to walk away, Rhys’ hand closes gently around mine. “Cassie, wait,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
I don’t turn to look at him. “Let go of my hand,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady despite the way my heart hammers against my chest.
Rhys releases my hand but doesn’t let me walk away. “Don’t go. Wait,” he pleads.
“What do you want?” I ask, my voice sharper than I intended. The room seems to shrink around us, the only sounds filling the air are our uneven breaths.
I hear him shift on his feet, his sigh heavy. “It was Evie who called me,” he confesses, his voice catching slightly.
I freeze, my gaze snapping at him involuntarily. I stare down at her, trying to get him to admit the truth. But his face is open and sincere, and it’s impossible t
