Daelan's POV.
As I jogged back home, my brows drew together the moment I heard Cassie tell me Margaret was at my place, and that made my heart jerk a little.
What the f*ck was she doing there now?
By the time I reached the house, I was already irritated. And there she was, standing in the living room like she owned the place, her arms wide open the moment she saw me. She hugged me before I could stop her, her floral scent of hers filling my nose.
"Where have you been? I’ve been calling," she said, holding up a small tray with snacks and two drinks.
"I can't leave my house again?" I stepped back, ignoring the food. "Why are you here, Margaret?"
"Oh, come on." She gave me that fake little pout, tilting her head. "Your girl can’t come over anymore?"
I shook my head and walked past
