Rhys
My blood was boiling, threatening to spill where I stood.
What the hell were my father and grandfather playing at? I thought.
I stared at Elian, the boy standing before me with a smile that looked like it had been painted on by a professional.
My grandfather was beaming, and my father was watching me with that smug, expectant look he wore whenever he thought he'd successfully cornered me.
Betrothed? I didn't remember this boy. I remembered a name from years ago—a business arrangement mentioned over cigars and whiskey—but I had never agreed to this. To bring him here, now, in front of the entire elite circuit and... in front of Kayden.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my knuckles cracking under the strain. I didn't dare look at Kayden yet. I didn't need to. I could feel the waves of shock and hurt coming off him. He was sitting there, trying so hard to act cool, but I knew he wasn't.
I had hoped he wouldn't judge me.
