“Rhys, she and I have history and a connection. I tried to explain that to both of you from the very beginning. She just fought the attraction.”
He looked at her with hurt and anger in his eyes. A tear slipped free and left a wet path down her cheek. She balled her fist to stop herself from reaching for him, from going to him.
It has to be this way, Lizzie. Stay strong.
“Is it true, Lizzie?”
Kiss me.
No, damn it. I’m already hurting him.
If you don’t tell him, he’s going to get hurt, Elizabeth. Deal with this now. Give him a reason to walk away.
“I can’t deny it.” She glanced at Evan. “We do have a connection. We always will,” she said, choosing her words wisely. She wouldn’t lie to him. Ever.
Rhys gave a slow nod and stepped into Evan’s face. He cocked back his fist and swung, hitting him square in the jaw. The power of the punch sent Evan off his feet and to the floor.
Son of a bitch.
Elizabeth dropped to her knees and cupped Evan’s face.
I’m so sorry.
She glanced over her shoulder to find the room empty and Rhys gone.
Elizabeth tried to stand, but Evan grabbed her hand, keeping her from chasing Rhys. “If you go to him, he’ll want to fight.”
“His safety for a broken heart? Are those my only options?”
“Twenty-four hours, and we’ll figure out the rest.” Evan rose to his feet and held out a hand to her. “I’ve got your back. I always have and always will, even where your bear is concerned.”
Elizabeth swiped the tears from her eyes and took his outstretched hand. “This sucks.”
Evan pulled her up and tossed his arm around her shoulders.
“He’s going to leave.”
“And you know where to find him when it’s over. If you still decide you’d rather have him than me.” Evan bumped her shoulder and grabbed two swords from the wall, tossing her one. “Spar? You need to work off your anger?”
She failed miserably at an attempted smile. “I’m going to kick your ass. I owe you for that damn kiss.”
“Bring it on, Abigail,” Evan teased as he lifted his sword.
