Rhyder's POV.
I could feel my entire body tremble with restrained rage as I pushed Alexis back, forcing her into the dining room and making her take a seat at the table.
Her bottom lip quivered uncontrolably and tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.
I didn't care.
I didn't care that she was crying. I didn't care that she was hurt after seeing my ring on Grace's finger. And I didn't care that she was scared.
I didn't care about Alexis.
All I cared about was Grace and Tate - keeping them safe and eliminating any and all threats to them.
I didn't know how yet, and I didn't know why. But Meghan was a threat. She had clearly lied to Grace for years and used her only to get to me.
I didn't know Meghan - had never even seen her before the night I found Grace after her father's funeral.
