*Maddox*

“She’s mad at me,” I say to Antony as we stand in the royal box overlooking the stadium. The entire room smells strongly of coffee and whatever light breakfast is being laid out in silver trays by my staff. Antony makes a noise in his throat, grunting like he knows exactly how I currently feel.

“Why?”

“Trinity, actually,” I sigh, rolling my ankle as I look down my black coffee, the fluorescent lights reflecting in the inky black liquid.

“Why ...