In front of so many family leaders, and with Noa still there, my face burned with rage. I yanked my arm free from his grasp. "Who I go on a date with is none of your business.""Let go," I said, my voice cold. "My own father doesn't question me like that. What right do you have?""Maeve, I'm asking you a question," Rhys said, his voice low, his brow furrowed.Just then, Don's voice came from behind us. "Rhys."At his father's stern glare, Rhys instantly released his grip, but his eyes remained locked on me.I quickly nodded to the elders. "Don, Donna, I'll be leaving now.""My apologies, Papa," Rhys said, turning to Don with a nod. "I was just worried about Maeve going out so late by herself."Don's gaze shifted between us, finally settling on Rhys. "A young man should keep his focus on the matter at hand."I strode out of the main hall, hearing Noa's cloyingly sweet voice behind me. "Rhys, your friend is so interesting.""What do you mean?" Rhys sat back down, but his eyes were still 
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