‘She came after us,’ Maddox said.
‘Shut up.’
‘She followed.’
I knew.
That was the f*****g problem.
And now she had seen me.
Not the version I gave everyone else. Not the Alpha heir who knew exactly what to say, exactly where to stand, exactly how much weakness to let anyone see.
She had watched me crouched in front of a locked door like a desperate i***t.
She had heard Zinc.
Maybe heard my voice crack when I talked about those five f*****g years.
Maybe seen exactly how badly this was eating me alive.
Anger came up fast enough to cover everything else.
Thank f**k.
“What did you hear?”
The amusement disappeared from her face.
Not slowly either.
One second she was enjoying herself and the next she was just looking at me, and somehow that was worse.
“I heard enough.”
My stoma
