“We should go talk to that witch,” he said.
He was right. Bianca was waiting downstairs. If we lingered too much longer, her bill would be astronomical. I certainly didn’t have the income to pay her. I was a barista by day. I hadn’t even gotten paid for this strange side-gig yet.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pursue this side hustle after this case was closed. In the beginning, I’d been more than happy to help solve this mystery. Now, I couldn’t help but feel like I was more of a hindrance than a help.
It was a reality that hurt more than I wanted to admit.
I carefully extracted myself from Maddox’s embrace. Before I could escape, he tilted my chin up. The light in his eyes told me that his beast was still close to the surface. When my gaze dropped, I noticed the collar still around his neck.
The sight of it made my cheeks warm. I wanted to grab ahold of it and pull him down to me for a deep kiss as if I could apologize for everything with my lips instead of my words. It wasn’t a language that translated well, though.
There wasn’t anything I could do that would make up for all that he’d been through. To lose his soul on top of everything had to be the last straw. He had every right to leave after Bianca gave us her professional opinion. Once he had what he needed from her, he would go.