Keya's POV:
“Yes. I want to find James," I said, more determined than ever.
“Now?” Rhys raised a brow, looking down at my naked body. "Right now?"
“Is it already dawn?” I asked, turning to survey the room. The sky through the windows was bruising into light. “Or closer to dawn?”
Rhys gave a small nod. “It’s close. An hour or two.”
“Then that’s perfect,” I said with a frown. “If we start now, we can catch him off guard. He won’t have time to play his silly little games.”
There was a pause. Rafael crossed his arms. “And you’re sure?”
“I’m done wearing his mark,” I said, quieter now, but no less sure. “I’m done punishing him, putting on a show for him. DONE. Now I just want to move on and live my life.”
Rhys didn’t speak, but the flicker of approval in his dark eyes told me he underst
