C35 ICE THIRTY-FIVE: A COWARD.

THANE'S POV:

It wasn’t my father’s flattery that kept me at the gala. If I was being honest with myself, it was the fleeting glimpses of Madison across the room—moments I wished I could erase, yet found myself chasing like a desperate fool.

Each time I caught her laughing beside Maverick, her hand brushing his arm, it was like swallowing glass—sharp, jagged