/Zane's POV/
This is weird, I thought, blinking awake in the middle of the sitting room. That made it the fourth time this week.
While practically living at the office, I'd somehow started waking up here — at the lounge — with no memory of how I'd gotten there. I'd dismissed it as exhaustion at first, but it's been happening far too often to ignore now.
I was still trying to figure out how I ended up here again when Madison waltzed out of the hallway and straight to the kitchen, yawning as she went.
The tank top she had on didn't do much to hide the hickey on her neck—or the one on her arm. And it wasn't the same one from yesterday. This one was new… different too.
Had me wondering who the psycho that kept gnawing at her neck like some rabid animal.
I watched her absentmindedly pour herself a cup of coffee. She looked oddly cheerful, and something about that made my frown deepen.
"Good morning." I greeted, my voice cutting through the quiet.
