MARCELLUS
I imagine Hayden Wolfe finally losing his composure and showing me the monster I've always believed him to be. Instead, he laughs.
It's not even a polite chuckle. It's a real laugh that lights up his eyes. I blink, completely caught off guard.
He leans back in his chair, still smiling faintly as the laughter fades.
"Is that a yes?" I ask, keeping my voice flat.
Hayden's smile softens, but the humor doesn't entirely leave his eyes. "That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you're saying it to insult me... or because you actually mean it."
The annoying part is that he sounds genuinely curious.
"Maybe I am," I say.
"Then no."
I stare at him. Hayden shrugs. "If you're serious, we can revisit the conversation after you've gone six consecutive months without upsetting my daught
