Chapter 5

Selena was still as beautiful as ever, her beauty razor-sharp, with an edge that could cut.

"Daisy?" Selena raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise curling at her lips. "You're doing housework here?"

I glanced down at myself in loungewear, bare face, hair thrown up in a messy ponytail.

"Is there something you need, Ms. Tate?" I didn't move to let her in.

"I'm here to see Martin," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "He told me to wait for him at his place."

"This isn't his place," I said.

Selena smirked, her laugh…