Matthew

Keeping my head low, I try to avoid Cayden’s gaze while I dig in.

It might be my guilty conscience, but I feel like he's suspecting something.

But even if we made the deal that we would be open about anything that might happen, I’m set on keeping the last occurrences with Artemisia my dirty little secret.

He isn’t stupid though, and he must have asked himself why I would come to dinner freshly showered if I didn’t train.

“Matty!” Logan’s shouting reaches my ear before ...