Chapter 12
- "Rhea."
- It was a deep voice, a growl that usually heralded command or disdain. Rhea remained still, but her muscles hardened, a familiar, unwelcome response. She kept her eyes fixed on the whirling tea leaves in her cup, the hint of soothing herbs lost as her hand trembled.
- "Ash." Her own voice was flat, without emotion. She would not let him know she was scared, not now. Not since Alpha Row, not since all of this.