"Not bad," Rhys said, peering over my shoulder. He'd appeared moments before, a healthy distance away, and if I hadn't known better, I might have thought it was because he didn't want to startle me. As if he'd known about the time Tamlin had crept up behind me, and panic had hit me so hard I'd knocked him on his ass with a punch to his stomach. I'd blocked it out--the shock on Tam's face, how easy it had been to take him off his feet, the humiliation of having my stupid terror so out in the open ... Rhys"