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Chapter Forty One - Deal Off

Author: Mia Katy
last update publish date: 2026-09-25 19:42:49

Chapter Forty One - Deal Off

"You look flushed," Maddox says again, slower this time, like he's turning the word over in his mouth to see if it tastes like a lie.

"I told you. I was walking in the rain."

"For an hour."

"I lost track of time."

"You lost track of time." He repeats it flat, unconvinced, arms crossing over his chest. "In a storm. Alone."

"Yes, Maddox. That's what I said."

He doesn't move from where he's standing, blocking most of the entryway, and I'm suddenly very aware of exactly
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