MADDOX “What did you do?” Red. All I see is red when I enter the bathroom. How the f**k did Imogen get out? Vixen is covered in blood and broken glass and the blonde rogue looks to have something stuck in her snout. A brief moment of pride and smug satisfaction swells in my chest before rage takes over again. “Maddox, I, I’m sorry. He attacked me. I didn’t want to hurt him, I swear,” her words make so sense to me, but I’m too pissed to piece it together. I bypass Vixen, the look of terror in her eyes only dousing the fire with gasoline, the flames blazing through my veins and roaring in my ears. Imogen whines in pain as she paws at her face, trying to dislodge what appears to be a large shard of glass. “What did you do?” I ask again with a guttural growl. ‘Maddie, please, it hur

