Makarius’s POV
I stepped into the office and dropped into the chair, a smirk tugging at my lips.
Finally, I’d found her, my prisoner. I couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking back to the day we’d met. She was just a kid, maybe five, and I was, what, twelve? Her father had been dead set against us hanging out, and honestly, that’s still a mystery I need to crack.
Why doesn’t she remember her father?
Joe strolled in, breaking my train of thought.
“How long are you going to keep this charade up?” he asked, half-joking.
“Just a bit longer,” I said, still smirking.
“Oh, come on, you’re totally in love,” he shot back.
“I care about her, Joe. She’s the girl I met back then. I found her.”
“How can you be sure?”
“When she had that fever, she said my name. Mentioned details only she’d know. B
