Rain.
He isn't even trying to hide. He’s just watching us with a cold focus that makes my skin burn.
The fury I’ve been tamping down all day finally boils over. I slide out of the booth before Emma can stop me and march across the floor.
“You have some f*****g nerve.” I stop inches from him. The flick of his eyes over my dress feels like a caress on my skin, dragging me back to the couch, back to the way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world. But the warm thought quickly goes cold in my chest.
“I made it clear I don’t want to see you.”
Rhysand sets his glass down. “I want to see you. There’s things we should talk about.”
“No there isn’t. You made that clear the day you left. So stop following me and f**k off.”
“What I have to say is important, Rain. You nee
