Daelan’s POV
I didn’t go after her. Didn’t even call her name.
I just stood there, letting her footsteps fade down the hall as I slowly peeled the sponge off my chest. It had left a wet blotch on my shirt, cold and sticky. I looked down at it, then toward the guest room she’d stormed into. My jaw clenched.
She really had some nerve.
I walked back to the sink and dropped the sponge in with the rest of the plates, then reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off in one swipe. It stuck in some places where the sponge had smeared soap. I tossed it toward the laundry basket and wiped a hand down my face, still annoyed.
My phone buzzed on the counter. I checked the screen. It was a text from Margaret.
'Hey. Still mad?'
I ignored it, she was the least of my concerns right now.
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