Maximilian noticed immediately.
Catherine was supposed to be asleep by now, curled on his couch, lost to the world.
Instead, she was sitting upright, fiercely scrolling through her phone, brows knitted so tightly it almost hurt to look at.
She wasn't researching. When she researched, she used her laptop.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Uh?" She looked up, startled.
For a moment, she forgot where she was. Forgot who she was speaking to.
"Laurel Creek's stocks are falling," she said, voice distant. "I can't figure out why."
She didn't even register that she was confiding in the enemy king from her past life, the man she once believed had taken everything from her. The man she'd wanted dead days ago.
Maximilian stilled.
Then he turned to his laptop.
Catherine went back to staring at her phone, refreshing numbers she didn't understand. The red arrows looked violent. Merciless.
