The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother
He stood there stiffly, surrounded by broken champagne flutes, and Thorne stood to the side, a smirk on his lips.
"What's going on?" I asked again, fear creeping into my heart. Rhysand didn't reply. His eyes looked away.
Thorne's gaze met mine, his lips tugged into a mischievous smile.
"Ah, Ms. Hayes, good to see you… we were just talking about you."
I didn't wait for him to finish as I rushed toward Rhysand. "Rhys, what's going on?"
He didn't respond immediately.
"What happened?" I asked breathlessly, reaching out to touch him.