Cain's gaze stayed cold and steady as Lexter disappeared into a corridor.
As Lexter slunk away, humiliated, Rhea breathed out shakily, still standing behind C.C. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt safe.
Rhea's gaze lingered on him, the bruised knuckles, the sharp intensity still simmering in his eyes. He was dangerous, unpredictable, a force of raw power that most people would shrink away from.
And yet, in this moment, all she could feel was a strange, inexplicable comfort.
It wasn't just that he had protected her, punching Lexter without hesitation—it was the way he carried himself, like nothing could shake him, like he would face down the world if it came for her.
She knew it was only her thinking. She was getting delusional.
