Standing there, eyes wide with surprise, was the young werewolf girl I had rescued from the rogue attack, along with the two elven mages who had stabilized her.
Oh, God. Not her. What the hell was she doing here?
Not now.
"Gamma Rhett?" she asked, her voice shaky with disbelief. "Aren't you — Kylo's dad?"
I couldn't blame her. I'd have reacted even worse to such a sight. My palms began to sweat. My secret was already leaked before it even started.
Rhett, however, didn't even grace her with a response. His eyes darted around for a fleeting second before he spun on his heel and disappeared out of the corridor. I couldn't imagine what could be going on in his head right now.
I knew my own mind was in chaos right now though.
The girl's frown deepened. "Isleen? What just happened?"
I watched Rhett go instead, leaving me frozen in the aftermath of his touch and the girl's shocked glare.
