Rhys’s jaw tightened until the muscles in his face began to ache. Despite the bruises scattered across his body, he forced himself upright and looked Theon straight in the eye. The swelling around one side of his face had already darkened into an ugly bruise, making him appear far more miserable than he had a few hours ago.

“You know…” His voice was hoarse. “I can have you arrested for assault.”

Theon didn’t even blink. The corner of his lips lifted into a faint smile. “Can you?” He walked closer without the slightest hint of hesitation, stopping only an arm’s length away. “Where’s your proof?” Rhys remained silent.

Theon reached...