20. Maddox

The golden eyes of Thalia are quite something. Seeing them flicker with shards of orange as I thrust myself deeper into her mouth was quite something.

She wasn’t Zena though. There is no point pretending this girl is even a patch on her. So when she stands up, stretching the strap of her white crop top up towards her mouth to wipe her lips I do nothing but stand with my arms folded. I should have more sense.

“I know you’re looking for her,” she smiles, “I tried my best to give you what she can but looks like you’re hooked.”

“What are you talking about?” I snap, my ego going into panic mode. Had I been shit just then? Could she tell I was thinking about Zena the whole time? With chill shootings down my back and an angry flush of red rushing to my cheeks I begin to worry. Had Mani been right, was I being set up yet again?

Thalia takes a single stride then turns and leans against the thick stone wall next to me, our arms almost, but not quite touching. Both of us staring aimlessly up at t