Leonardo

We waited for her in the room—it had been almost an hour since we saw her at the dining table with her conniving mother. I couldn't speak for Maximus, but I felt an overwhelming urge to rush there and drag her here—I wanted to do fucking nothing but that. Take her away from that scheming whore of a woman. It puzzled me, this sudden intensity, considering I'd always tried convincing myself that Maya was nothing but like her mother—manipulative, deceitful, and ...