Rhys disappeared from my life.
I didn't care if he was in jail or in a hospital, as long as he wasn't six feet under.
It was a fine Friday, and I was at the Nyx Collective studio admiring the necklace I'd just designed.
I'd used my employee perks to get it custom-made—my design, my materials, my signature, my everything.
There was literally only one of these in the world.
And in two days, it was going to be Yvaine's birthday present.
I had barely had time to breathe in its perfection when my phone lit up with Yvaine's name.
Shit. Had she somehow found out?
Surprise ruined.
I picked up, bracing myself.
Instead, I got:
"That dickstain! Next time I see him, I'm stapling his lying mouth shut. The balls on him, spewing bullshit like he's got a diploma in defam
