Keya's POV
The tension was thick in the dining room after Rhys stalked away.
"Ignore him," Rafael said, leaning closer to me.
I would love to ignore him, but a part of me... would forever be attuned to him, his feelings. I hated that part, but it was what it was.
When breakfast ended, I stood, brushing my hands down my pants, ignoring the silence that seemed to linger in the room. Rafael gave me a reassuring smile, as if he was telling me that it would be right.
Excusing myself, I walked out and came to a halt when Rhys stood there like a stone. His eyes narrowed. He looked unmoving. Unyielding. His eyes followed every move I made like I owed him something, like I had betrayed him somehow.
I hadn’t. Had I?
Rhys and I weren't... we were nothing.
But guilt curled in my stomach anyw
