Rhy wearing her talisman. Rhy flashing a smile that was too cruel and too cold to be his own. Rhy curling his fingers around Kell’s throat and whispering in his ear with someone else’s words. Rhy thrusting a knife into his stomach. Rhy—his Rhy—crumpling to the stone floor. Rhy bleeding. Rhy dying. Kell wanted to crush her for what she’d done. And
