“How dare you?”
My hands collide harshly with his chest, and he flinches, hissing with pain. His reaction takes me by surprise, and for a moment, my anger falters. I retrieve my hands when I see him clutching his chest where I just pushed him. I notice a slight tremor in his hand, his knuckles white as they grip his shirt.
From the corner of my eyes, I see Victor take a step forward to defend Rhys. But he stops when Rhys raises his hand, ushering him to stop. His movements are slow, almost as if he's trying not to aggravate something.
“Cassie, what’s going on?” he asks, his voice strained. He looks genuinely puzzled, but there’s also a flicker of something else in his eyes—fear?
“How could you?” I demand, my voice shaking. “Liam is in the hospital because of you! A hit-and-run, Rhys.
