Chapter 42:

TESSA

"Dégage!" Rhys snapped, not looking at me, but glaring coldly at Thierry.

Either I was really drunk, or Mr. Caldwell could speak French.

"Qui es-tu?" Thierry asked from behind me.

"The guy who's going to kick your ass if you don't get your hands off her," Rhys retorted, his irritation clear, leaving me in shock.

"Are you out of your mind?"

God! What was wrong with him? I turned to face Thier