Maisie ~
Chloe’s apartment had always been my safe place. The messy cushions, the half-empty coffee mugs, the soft glow of her laptop in the dim light… it was normal and calm—everything I wasn’t feeling right now.
I sat on her couch while she paced like a worried mother hen. I had just told her everything; the warehouse, the beaten men, the screams, Hunter’s kiss in the middle of it all.
She stopped pacing and looked at me. “Baby, you really need to stay away from that Hunter.”
"I know."
"Do you?" She crossed her arms. "He kissed you while some men were being tortured in the same room. You shouldn't have followed him in the first place."
“I…” I wanted to tell her about the panties incident, about how his hand on my neck and his lips had made the horror fade. But I couldn’t. Bec
