C52 ICE FIFTY-TWO: A GOLDEN FRIDAY.

THANE'S POV:

I wasn't born yesterday, and I sure as hell wasn't stupid.

There was no world in which I believed a cat had torn her apartment apart like someone having a complete breakdown and left bruises blooming on her skin. Still, I didn’t press. She wasn’t ready to talk, and the last thing I wanted was to push her away.

If she needed to carry her silence