Adonis Praxis Edward.
I sleep in another room.
Yes, judge me if you want, but I don’t linger where I shouldn’t. I’m not the kind of man who wakes up tangled in sentiment. I sent housekeeping to check on her, even arranged for a nurse. I’m kind, but not generous to the point that I’m resting in the hands of an enemy.
It’s a practical courtesy, not a romance. Her brothers stole from me, which makes her family my enemy. Her brothers stole from me, which makes her family my enemy. For all I know, she could bury something sharp between my ribs while I sleep.
Morning arrives, and we’re scheduled to depart but I don’t see her come out of the room. I work the cufflinks of my shirt and flag down cleaning staff.
“Is she ready to leave?”
“Miss Maddison?” the older woman repeats.
“Yes.”
“She
