Chapter seventeen

Darcie

Cyber took me back to Havoc’s small house, looking worse for wear and grunting in answer to my questions.

But I would have taken his hungover ass to what met me when I slipped inside.

The Judge was sat at the kitchen table, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. He was staring into its depths like he could see the meaning of the world in the steaming liquid.

“Morning.” Forcing myself to be cheery, I swept into the room. Heading towards the coffee pot, which was already empty, I busied myself refilling it. And it was only when it started dripping that I turned to him.

He was staring at me intently, the mug in his hands forgotten. “You look like you had an interesting night Darcie.” His keen eyes trailed down my bare legs. And then finally he met my eyes.

“It was fun, yes. I didn’t see you much.” It was such a struggle to have a polite conversation with him. It wasn’t that he was scary to look at. He was fairly handsome. Not Havoc handsome, but still good looking. But there w