Mallory!" Catcher's voice boomed down the stairs.

Mallory fixed her mouth into a tight line and walked me into the kitchen. "Ignore it," she advised. "Much like the bubonic plague, it'll go away if you give it enough time."

"Mallory! You weren't finished! Get back in here!"

I glanced up the stairway. "You didn't leave him handcuffed to the bed or something, did you?"

"Jesus, no." I incrementally relaxed, until she continued. "My headboard's a single piece of wood. There's nothing to handcuff him to.

Author: Chloe Neill