MADELINE’S POV
“I… I thought you left.” I stammered, turning fully to his direction. “What… what are…”
Jeremy didn’t answer my stammer. Instead, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened. The moment stretched, thick and heavy between us, the faint clinking of cutlery and the distant murmur from upstairs making everything else feel miles away. “What were you doing in there with Calhoun?” he demanded, stepping forward, the air between us taut with accusation.
For a second, I wanted to play dumb, to deflect, to hide behind the sarcastic walls I’d built my whole life. “With who? I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumbled, hoping my voice didn’t betray how badly my chest was fluttering.
He raised a brow, a sharp, dangerous tilt that made me flinch. “You really wanna play that game? F
