"Let her go." A deep, familiar voice interrupted. My eyes flew wide open, and I stared straight at Wyatt, who was currently staring coldly at Rex. When did he approach us without me hearing a thing?

 

"Wyatt," I called, short of words. Didn't Arya faint? How did he know I was missing? How did he find Rex and me so quickly?

 

I felt Rex's body tighten and his hand clench into a fist. I grabbed Rex's hand and stroked it gently until it unclenched before shaking my head to stop him.

 

I don't know what Rex is currently thinking, but I think that he thinks that my current situation is...