He knew?
I stared at him, jaw slack and brain buzzing a mile a minute.
HeknewRhys, and not in a vagueI've heard the namekind of way. Not in a polite,I’ll pretend I recognize youkind of way.
Rhys’s hand hovered in the air for a second before he let out a short laugh and dropped it. “You keeping tabs on my bestie?”
“Yes.”
I felt my fingers curl where they hung at my sides, tension pulling through them before I forced them still.
Christ.
That shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.
Which was…insane.
Rhys glanced at me, grinning. “You’re screwed.”
“Fuck you,” I muttered, and his smile grew.
“Archibald. Do you have a moment?”
“I—”
“Walk with me.”
He was already moving.
I hesitated just long enough to feel every instinct in my body pulling in his direction.
Rhys nudged me with his elbow. “Go before I say something that gets you expelled.”
I fell into step beside Henry. The noise of the quad dulled as we cut toward the quieter path along the edge of Hargrove.
His hands were tucked into his pockets, shoulders set, jaw tight in a way that made it clear something was working under the surface.
“Check your email.”
My pulse kicked. “I saw it.”
“And?”
“And… it’s fixed,” I said, because what else was I supposed to say? “Like—completelyfixed.”
“That was the expectation.”
“You… didn’t have to do that.”
“Archibald.”
Henry stopped. I nearly tripped over my own feet.
“Look at me.”
I swept my chin up, coming eye to eye with him.
“You’re framing this like I did you a favor.”