“I have absolutely nothing up my sleeve, Tate. I’ve actually come to beg your forgiveness.” Madoc took my hand, and I turned to look at him. He placed his hand over his heart and made a low bow. Oh, what now? Looking around to see the flood of students in the hall, all gawking at Madoc Caruthers making his grand gesture, I swatted him on the back. “Get up!” I whisper-yelled as people around us laughed and murmured to each other.
