MADELINE'S POV
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"Here, wear this." I stare at the robe, eyes narrowing on the silky material. "For training? Are you insane?" I stare at him. "We're not training today," he pushes the white material into my hands, the fabric soft in between my fingers as I stare at him with narrowed eyes. "What do you mean? What are we going to do then?" His eyes seem to soften, head tilting as a small smile tugs at his lips, it's a bittersweet look on him-- it's actually sweet, but I feel bitter about receiving the look.
I tried to kill him, and he's staring at me with decency even though I actually belong in the damn cells with Jaxon.
"You're having a spa day, and I'm doing some duties I've put off recently," He didn't need to say why he put them off, because the reason is me. I've been keeping him
