Chapter Eighty-Three

Rayne

I stop dead in my tracks when I see him.

Max.

He's standing by the door. I didn't even see him standing there. His brows are furrowed and he has this dark look on his face that injects fear straight into my veins. The problem is that he isn’t looking at me.

He’s looking at Victor.

I look back at him over my shoulder and see that he’s meeting Max’s gaze steadily. Unflinching. A bad feeling forms in my gut and I realize that I have to end this before it escalates.

I start walking quickly toward Max, my nervousness at seeing him forgotten. He doesn’t even see me approach him. He’s so busy staring daggers at Victor.

It’s only when I’m very near to him that he looks at me, and not because he sees me or anything. It’s the bond. It practically leaps with joy. His expression softens when he looks at me but I can’t let any of that stop me from what I’m about to do, which is tell him to leave. He doesn’t belong here and I don’t know why he would even dare to come.

“We need to talk,