"Do you have a hammer?" Catherine asked, tossing the pliers aside like they had personally offended her.
Earlier, only when an officer came to them asking if they had a problem, did she realize she was shouting at him in the middle of the street.
Maximilian acted quickly, sending away the officer. "Perhaps we could…discuss this somewhere more private?" he asked
And that was how she ended up here… at his home.
His home.
Which, inconveniently, happened to be a brownstone in one of the most aggressively old-money neighborhoods in all of Meridon: nestled near the university, framed by iron railings, ancient trees, and the kind of quiet that whispered generational wealth.
She didn't want to follow him. But pain was a very persuasive argument.
And now she was standing inside his apartment.
