*Maddox*

“You look like hell.”

Seth shakes his head at me as he walks toward me in the hall. I narrow my gaze at him, but I can hardly be mad at him when what he’s saying is absolutely correct. I’m sure I do look like hell. I probably look like hell twice warmed over.

He has my morning protein shake in his hand, and rather than chastising him for making fun of me, I say, “Give me that.”

“All right,” he says, handing it over. “But I’m pretty sure ...