Rhys Griffith: The mysterious Welsh boy that Sylvie falls in love with. But there is one problem, Rhys seems to be keeping a very big secret.
“I think I loved you before I ever got here. So no, I don't think that will change when we leave.”
“Air bags, love. Fantastic invention.”
“"No, Sylvie,"Rhys said, urgent, but careful to catch and hold my gaze. "I trust you, now more than ever. You have to trust me like you'd trust your old partner not to drop you on your head."”
“Don't be obtuse, princess. It's only because I'm a gentleman that I haven't let you know that I find Victorian ruffles insanely hot.”
“"I'll be fine." He smiled, in a warm way that made my insides knot. "But you could give me a kiss for good luck if you want."”
“I was an idiot”
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