Keya's POV:
“Oh? Am I not yours, Little Rabbit?” Rhys whispered, voice low and teasing. “Because from where I’m standing… I feel like I’m one hundred percent yours. Only yours.”
I trembled.
Cara, the traitor, grinned like she was watching the opening act of her favorite drama.
“I’m not a fan of you most of the time,” she said to Rhys with mock sweetness, “but even I have to admit—you’re miles better than that emotionally-stunted paperweight she was dating.”
Rhys didn’t even blink. “Thanks, I think. Though I should warn you, I come with sarcasm and frequent eye-rolling.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve noticed.” Cara crossed her arms. “But at least you don’t come with a Miranda.”
He smirked, eyes flicking to me again. “No, I just come with terrible timing and unresolved tension.”
Cara barked a
