Maisie
Actually, I knew what I was expecting. After threatening to murder Lyon because I made out with him, I didn't expect to see him pounding into another woman. On the same night!
There it was again. That stupid ache in my chest.
I was beginning to consider getting a knife to cut out my heart when I smacked into a wall that had appeared out of nowhere.
Pain exploded up my nose and I grimaced, taking a step back. And I found a shirtless Soren peering down at me.
His eyes narrowed as he glanced at where I was coming from. "Why are you out this late at night?"
A flush ran up my neck. "I was, uh, getting fresh air."
"Fresh air," he echoed. "Outside Mercer's window."
I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Fresh air. Mercer's window apparently has the best h oxygen in the entire mansion. Very crisp. Five stars. Would totally recommend—"
He shook his head and began walking away from me like he couldn't be bothered to hear the nonsense I was spewing.
