(Ryanna’s POV)

"Their bodies were close, so I took the keys and escaped. And that's how I got to you."

I gazed at him, trying to figure out if I was more confused or angry. He was crouched in the corner of the hut like some ancient shadow, half of his face still swollen.

I tightened my grasp on the cup cradled in my palm. I didn’t trust him. Not his sudden appearance. Not this eager confession. And not the way he looked at me with those eyes, yet the hate in them was directed at someone ...