C22 Chapter TwentyTwo

Marie's voice rang out, strong and steady, and her hold on Mr. Harrington's wrist tightened. "What on earth are you doing, Mr. Harrington?"

His eyes had been hardened with a fierce determination; they had once been kind and focused. Leaning closer, he felt his breath warm against her cheek rather than pulling away. He whispered, "If I were Max, I wouldn't treat you this way