“Are you hooking up with his baby sister?” Piper’s eyes pooled with tears, and I felt bad for her—and for me—that we’d caught the attention of a mythical creature as lovely and devastating as Rhyland. “Would you keep it the fuck down?” Rhyland snarled gruffly, grabbing her by the arm and walking her over, away from me. His eyes frantically searched for Row outside. “It was a mistake.” “A mistake?” Piper and I asked in unison. I snorted. “I’ve met actual cereal boxes more decisive than you. Pick a lane, my guy.”
