ASHTON "King," I whisper as footsteps sound on the iron staircase. "Since this is Maddy's first meeting, can you ease her into it?" "Sure," King nods, rising to greet my cousin. The rest of us turn our attention to them. "Here, Maddy," Perth says, taking her motorcycle helmet while holding his own. "Thanks, Kits," Maddy replies, unbuttoning her denim Kinget. She's dressed in denim jeans and a plain white tee, with her dark hair cascading down her chest. King approaches Maddy and meets her gaze. "You must be King," Maddy says, extending her hand. Perth moves aro
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