Kayden
"Welcome to this asylum," Rhys said cheerfully, like he hadn't just been in pain and like he hadn't refused to let me help him.
What the hell was his problem? I wanted to ask why he had suddenly groaned in pain, but the door on my side opened before I could say anything, forcing me to step out.
I moved to Rhys's side, determined to ask him properly. "Rhys, what just happened just now? Why were you—"
Rhys shook his head, stopping me immediately. He was hiding something. I could feel it. There was no other reason for the way he avoided my eyes or the way he'd pushed my hand away earlier.
"Rhys…" I tried again, but he leaned closer and whispered into my ear.
"Drop it, Kayden. Not now. Especially when there are a lot of eyes on us." He tilted his head toward the front of the white mansion.
I followed his gaze. People stood at the entrance, watching us. Some pointed. Some whispered to each other. Others just smiled like they knew something I didn't.
