Vic stood staring at the closed door feeling a mixture of embarrassment and confused dejection as Max saddled up next to her then placed his arm gingerly around her waist. “What’s in the cup?” he asked, and Vic looked down at the mug she still held. “It’s hot chocolate.” she mumbled in a faraway tone before turning her head to finally look at Max. “Someone delivered it to me this morning along with a cup of coffee and tea.” she explained. When shouting started bubbling out of the cabin in incoherent waves, Vic bit her lip as a guilty knot formed in her stomach. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves but the booming sound of a man’s voice jerked her back to the edge of unsettled.
“What happened?” The sound of Rowan’s voice was like a whip and Vic physically tensed like she had been struck. “Jakub is probably waking up.” she said, somewhat sarcastically before stepping out of Max’s hold and walking around to the side of the cabin. She approached the rail
