“I already told him,” Rayne informs me, tightening his grip around my waist. I stop in my tracks, my mouth dropping open as I stare at him. “You did what?” “I told him that we’re together the other morning before I took you home.” He shrugs like the words he’s sprouting are normal and obvious, which they most definitely are not. “I don’t even know what we are. Maybe you could have clued me in on it before telling my father!”
