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“How did this happen?” he asked, his voice low and
serious.
“What do you want?”
“The back of your skirt is ripped. Doesn’t look like an
accident. Who did this?”
What?
I pushed away from Maddox and reached behind me to
realize that he was right. There was a large tear in my
Berkshire skirt, big enough for my panties to be visible and
everyone could see it. No wonder I felt the cold breeze on
my ass.
Anger flared up inside me, and I let out a shuddering
breath.
I didn’t want to cry because I was hurt or humiliated.
They were tears of outrage, and I swiped at my cheeks,
refusing to let Maddox see them.
“Lila,” Maddox said slowly. The sound of my name came
from his lips so softly, as if he cared. It was stupid, but my
heart still did a silly jump.
He grasped my shoulders and turned me around to face
him. I kept my face lowered, but he was having none of
that. His fingers grazed my cheeks, and he brushed my hair
away from my face.
When he let out a string of curses, I knew he saw the
bruises. His hand clenched my arm, and he dragged me to
the bench. I tried to pull out of his grip, but he held tight.
He sat me down and knelt in front of me, looking like a
dark, angry warrior. He was…pissed?
“Who did this?” he asked, his voice hard and strained.
“Your girlfriend,” I shot back. I wretched my hand from
his grasp and crossed my arms over my chest. “She isn’t
too happy about our friendship status.”
His eyes turned into slits, and he gave me a hard look.
“Bethany,” Maddox hissed under his breath. “She’s going to
regret this.”