Delight

Linnea's POV

The moment my eyes landed on Madison, a surge of anger unlike anything I'd ever felt greatly filled me. Before I could stop myself, I was on my feet, ready for her, ready for whatever nonsense she would bring. But before I could confront her, Thatcher escorted her out of the house.

"You should sit down; don't mind her. Thatcher will handle it," Julian said gently, rising to help me back to my seat.

"We have to change the password; we totally forgot," Logan grumbled.

"I'll go change it," Julian offered, but Logan stopped him.

"Let me do it." Logan stood up and left the room.

"Don't concern yourself with her; finish your meal," Julian encouraged. I tried to oblige, picking up my spoon and attempting to eat, but I couldn't do it.

"I can't." I dropped the spoon and pushed my plate aside, then stood up.

Julian immediately stood as well. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm not!" I snapped, and he looked at me, surprised.