Megan POV

“Can you pass the milk?” Ben asks me the following day. We both have off, which is a rarity and while normally we’d spend a day like this together, he says he has plans.

“Yeah, sure,” I say. I was so angry at him I could scream. I barely slept last night, wondering why he went to that meeting of the rogues without telling me. He’s acting like everything is normal, and I’m too much of a coward to rock the boat.

“What’re you up to today?” he asks, leaning back against the kitchen counter and taking a bite of his cereal.

“Uh…” I scramble, realising that if...