Keya's POV:
I was angry, I was furious, and it made me want to lash at him, but...
“It’s not my f*****g ego, Keya. It’s my f*****g heart."
The words hit me like a slap. I stared at him, stunned, my mouth parting slightly as my breath caught.
He wasn’t shouting anymore. He wasn’t even defensive. He just… said it. Like it was the only truth left he had to offer me.
And it landed like a weight in my chest.
“He looked… like you plunged a dagger right into his heart,” my wolf murmured in the back of my mind, sounding more distressed than I’d heard her in weeks.
And she wasn’t wrong. Rhys wasn’t angry anymore. That wild, brutal energy that had sent his fist crashing into Brandon’s face was gone. Completely drained. What was left behind wasn’t rage... It was ache. The kind of ache that sta
