Matthew
Keeping my head low, I try to avoid Cayden’s gaze while I dig in.
It might be my guilty conscience, but I feel like he is suspecting something.
But even if we made the deal that we would be open about anything that might happen, I am set on keeping the last occurrences with Artemisia my dirty little secret.
He isn’t stupid though, and he must have asked himself why I would come to dinner freshly showered if I didn’t train.
“Matty!” Logan’s shouting reaches my ear before I feel the slap on my head.
I growl as my head jerks forward lightly, but I don’t say anything or react as he sits down next to me.
As the youngest of us three, I’m certainly no match for him.
I close my eyes, letting the picture of Missy materialize in front of my inner eye. This way, I can successfu
