Lena looked between them, perplexed. ‘Cousin?’

Rhys ignored her question entirely. "What did you do to her?"

Theon held up his hands. "I temporarily weakened her so she wouldn't interrupt a private medical moment. She'll be fine in a few minutes."

He glanced at Lena. "Feisty one, isn't she? You have my condolences."

Lena shot him a fiery glare.

Rhys pulled her closer. “If you ever touch her again—”

At that moment, his phone rang. His frown deepened, but he answered immediately, seeing the caller ID. Lena watched his expression shift.

The anger drained away, replaced by something cold. "What?" His voice sharpened. "When?"

She couldn't hear the other end...