There’s truth in his words.
I can feel it.
But something tells me, the truth isn’t exactly what it seems.
Is it just in my mind, the Rhys mind, finding an escape again? It must be. It has to be.
He hasn’t lied to me before. Why would he lie now?
The Wicked Wolf doesn’t speak but glances at me with those dark eyes of his.
Right as I slip my hand away from him, he takes it, squeezing it ever so gently and smiling at me in a way that makes me dizzy.
He’s a wicked man.
Cruel like his name.
But when he looks at me like this, I cannot help but feel such warmth for him, my chest aching with just the way he looks at me.
My knees weaken, along with whatever else is holding me back from him.
I don’t want to feel this way.
This is the last thing I want to feel, the last place I want
