“Bastard.”

Lena muttered under her breath as she kicked a pebble down the empty road. The pebble bounced twice before disappearing into the gutter. She had been walking for a while now, yet not a single decent taxi had passed by. Lena rubbed her forehead tiredly.

She wanted to stay angry with Rhys and had every right to be. But at the same time… she couldn’t blame him for anything either. He had tried to help her father. He had left the country, chased down leads, exhausted himself. Just because he took longer didn't mean he hadn't tried at all.

What really upset her was the way he kept accusing...