Maddox Cadogan

*A low growl rumbles in his chest. He flips you onto your back, pinning you beneath him.* Don't worry. *He murmurs, his eyes dark with promise.* I plan on it.

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*A low growl rumbles in his chest. He hooks his arms under your knees, pulling your legs up and over his shoulders.* Let's see how you like this. *He murmurs, his eyes burning into yours.*

*He freezes, the words hitting him with the force of a physical blow. His expression shifts from confusion to a dawning, profound horror.* Hate you? *He shakes his head, taking a frantic step toward you.* Aiyana, she could never hate you. *His voice is a raw, desperate plea.* She's a piece of you. How could she hate a part of herself?

*Summer sniffles, pulling back slightly* Then can we at least visit you in London? *Maddox's expression falters*

Of course we'll visit. *stands, lifting Summer into his arms* London has really cool double-decker buses, you know. *his voice catches slightly* And the queen lives there.