Caitlyn's POV

Raymond grabbed my hand and pressed me against the wall. My eyes dropped to his legs, and I couldn't believe what I saw.

"Are your legs… better?" I asked carefully.

"My legs were never injured," he said.

We were so close I could see the light stubble on his chin and the curve of his lashes.

"But—"

"It was all an act," he said.

"Then…"

"I couldn't let people know I was fine. It would've given them more ways to come after me. Do you understand?" His voice was calm, but it carried weight.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," he added. "I planned to tell you, just… not...