C46 THE BOY WHO CRIED.

AVERY'S POV:

"Good job, wifey," Axel murmured against my ear as we stepped out of the elevator. "You're a fine actress."

His voice was mischievous—almost like he was testing me, waiting to see if I’d break character now that we were alone. But I held my ground, even as the heat of his breath on my skin ignited an involuntary fire within my core.

The last few hours had been a whirlwind