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CHAPTER 105
~Spring's POV~
I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or as a sign that my brother had just created another target for me.
I returned to my room, and after an hour or more, I heard the sounds of footsteps, and a moment later, the front door clicked shut.
I exhaled quietly, slipping back down the stairs.
Rhys stood at the kitchen counter, his hands braced on the granite, staring down into a half-made cup of coffee. His jaw was tight, but when I walked in, he didn't move.
"That was… messy," I said gently.
He snorted. "Understatement."
"I didn't mean to—"
He turned to face me, expression softening. "You didn't do anything wrong."
I nodded slowly. "I think she hates me."
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "She doesn't know you. She only saw what I let her see."
"Which was?"
He shrugged. "That you're close to me. And that I don't let people near me unless they matter."
That was a lot; my chest still tightened.
