Madison was physically fine after the scuffle between Blake and Liam. She had a new bruise on her arm, probably from where she had landed when she had been tossed to the ground, but Ash had made her strip down so she could be certain there were no bite marks. Madison had tried to protest, but Ash wouldn’t hear it.
“Cillian’s going to kill those damn fools,” Ash said as she looked up and down Madison’s legs.
“Can I please put my clothes back on?” Madison asked. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest, and her face was red in embarrassment. She just wanted to put her pajamas on and crawl in bed.
Ash sighed. “Fine,” she said. “You’re lucky Cillian isn’t here. He’d have freaked and been much more thorough.”
“You’re
