Chapter 364

Kingsbury, hotel room. Madeleine woke up with a killer headache. Ugh, that hangover hit hard. "Beckett…" she croaked out his name, only to realize her throat was scratchy beyond belief. Wait—why the hell was her voice like this? What happened last night? Beckett strolled in from the living room, casually leaned against the doorframe, and gave her a smirk that screamed "I know something you don't want me to know." The more he smiled, the more on edge Madeleine got. "I… I got wasted last night, didn't I?" Her palms were already clammy; pure anxiety was setting in. What the heck did she do? Beckett walked over, tugged open his robe, revealing his toned torso—and the mess of scratches all over his back, his neck, even his chest. It was… a lot. "So, getting drunk unlocks your inner beast now?" he asked, acting all pitiful. Madeleine's face went 100 shades of red in a second. She dove straight under the covers, hiding like a turtle. She couldn't even look at him. Beckett gave her swatted but