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COLTON
Peter, I heard Madeline say.
“The f**k?” I muttered, glancing toward the stairs to see if Hudson hurried down.
He had still been passed out when I’d detached my body from his and grabbed my jeans off the floor. He hadn’t stirred while I’d cleaned up in the bathroom either, my nose sniffing at the rising scent of coffee.
No footfalls sounded from overhead, and I wasn’t about to leave Madeline to deal with that little fucker alone.
I stalked toward the front of the house, a trickle of adrenaline heating my blood and fisting my hands.
Madeline had the door cracked open, the top chain keeping it from swinging inward any farther. White knuckles clutched at the door handle, and the hem of her robe shook as though her body shivered while she attempted to pull it tighter around he
