Quince's POV
I heard a knock just as I was starting to convince myself I might actually fall asleep, which was almost funny considering how restless my mind had been since I got back.
I pushed myself off the bed with a quiet sigh, running a hand through my hair as I crossed the room, my steps slower than usual, not because I was tired but because I was debating how much I actually wanted to deal with this right now, and the second I pulled the door open, I was met with exactly what I expected.
Moxie stood there, arms loosely crossed, one brow slightly raised, her expression somewhere between amused and knowing, like she had already pieced everything together and was just waiting for me to confirm it. “Well,” she started, tilting her head slightly as her eyes scanned over me in a way th
