Shifting my attention back to the evil pixie, I rap on Maddey’s knee. “You and I need to talk.” “Ooo, so ominous, Hook.” Her dimples peek out as if to say Don’t be mad—you know you’re charmed by us. I hate that they aren’t wrong. “Madison,” I growl. “Relax.” She waves me off, not the least bit intimidated. “Don’t go around full-naming me, Dexter.”
