Maisie
"Gods Mercer. Have you been there the entire time?" I asked, holding my chest, but the warning flags in my head went off when he leaned against the door and clicked the lock behind without looking.
I did not like the way he was looking at me.
Like I had done something wrong and he was going to punish me for it. I sure as hell didn't feel good about taunting him anymore.
Feeling the effects of the alcohol mix badly with the sudden danger in the air, making both edgy and dizzy, I grappled for some control and turned my back on him—which took a lot of effort and daring. Considering he was tracking my every move like he either wanted to rip me open or rail me through.
Did that mean the same thing? Goddess, my thoughts were sluggish.
"What are you doing back here anyway?" I managed without a slur, pushing my gloves back from where I'd dumped them at the counter and I reached for the hand wash, squirting some of it into my palm. "I thought you left with her."
