Twisted-Games

princess. Happy?”
I tried again. “Rhys—”
“Get in the car.”
I did as he asked. I wasn’t stupid enough to push him right now.
“We need to talk about this,” I said once we were on the road.
“I’m done talking.”
From my seat in the back, I could see the muscles in his neck corded with
anger, and he gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles popped.
He was right. There would be no more talking tonight.
I stared out the window at the passing lights of Athenberg. If I thought
my life was complicated before, it was nothing compared to the mess I found
myself in now.