Chapter 11

Scarlett’s POV

The air between Rhylie and me filled with heat, like a fire waiting to burn everything in its way. Her hand was held in the air, fingers twitching as if she were about to slap me into the ground. My heart raced, but I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of seeing me back down.

But then, her wrist was caught mid-swing and I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Who would dare intervene?

My eyes trailed up the arm that held Rhylie back, landing on a man standing behind her. His grip was firm but relaxed, and there was a teasing smile playing on his lips. He looked at Rhylie as if they had known each other for long.

“Still feisty, are we Rhylie,” the man said, his voice deep and filled with amusement.

Rhylie’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open as she recognized the man.

“Kent! When did you get back?” she stammered, her anger immediately replaced by surprise.

“Ten minutes ago,” Kent replied, finally releasing her wrist. His eyes stared