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“What? Raze?” he questions.
“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know.”
He moves his leg to tuck it under his other leg. “I met Raze when he recruited me seven years ago. It was an insta-friendship sort of thing…” Miles laughs. “Anyway, he found out that I was a runaway from my shit parents and sort of took me in from then on.”
“So…” I look around the room. “This is his house?”
Miles looks at me. “Yeah, whose else would it be?”
“But I mean he’s young. How?”
Miles tsks at my question. “Nah-ah. Not answering that, baby girl. Watch the movie.”
I smile. “Thanks for the talk.”
He sinks into the bed more. “No problem. I figure, better make it worth it, you know, just in case you cost me my balls.”
I laugh, lying down onto my side. We watch the rest of the movie with no more questions.
MILLIE
A blood curdling scream yanks me out of my sleep and I shoot out of the bed with my heart pounding against my chest. When I look up at the TV, I see that Netflix has continued with the next movie in line. “Crap!” Raking my fingers through my hair, I look to where Miles was last night only to find that part of the bed empty.
Flicking the blanket off me, I walk towards the closet and scan through all the clothes. Almost every item of clothing in this closet looks more like something Melissa would wear, not something I’d wear—well, not like something I used to wear, so maybe I need to get used to it. Start light, work your way up.
I pull down some dark skinny jeans and a loose tank, then quickly slip in and out of the shower. After changing, I pull on the Ugg boots that are sitting on the floor and throw on a cardigan. I leave my hair to trail down my back all the way to my tailbone. I wouldn’t say I was blessed in the looks department, but my sister and other people, males and females, would tell me I was “hot”. My hair is naturally blonde and it falls down my back in natural soft waves. My eyes are a bright blue but the rims of my irises are almost black, making my eyes pop more. My face is blemish free and is a little on the pale side, but it’s all me. My cheeks also hold a natural blush and my eyelashes are dark, thick and long. My lips, on the other hand, are large and plump. I used to have a decent butt, but because of my recent diet, or lack of, it has disappeared along with my healthy boobs. I usually have petite curves with a pinched-in waist and hips that sprawl out—I’m usually all woman.
Pulling open my bedroom door, I begin walking down the hallway just as Cassia is leaving her room in a short tight miniskirt and tight crop top.
I smile politely at her as I pass.
“Why do you wear so many clothes?” she asks, sounding disgusted.
I’m shocked, really. “Why do you not?” I mumble under my breath. I’ve noticed since being out of the dungeon that my filter has been malfunctioning a lot lately. I’m beginning to think that maybe there is a thing called a “humanity switch” because I’d say mine was on its way out.
I walk into the kitchen to find Raze standing near the sink, looking out the wide windows which sit above the sink. It was the first time I had noticed outside because it was dark last night when Miles and I made sandwiches. Or rather, when Miles made my sandwiches. I giggle under my breath at the memory.
“Morning!” I stop at the threshold and look at Miles, who’s reading the newspaper at the dining table while sipping on his coffee. His glasses are on this morning and there’s just something incredibly hot and different about Miles. He intrigues me on multiple levels. Or maybe it’s just the glasses, I’m not quite sure. Then I remember him coming into my room last night and how much I would have probably licked his abs had he let me. Yeah, nope, I think it’s just Miles.
Raze has kept his eyes on the backyard, standing in his grey sweat pants which are falling off his narrow waist in a way that has my mouth watering. His rippled back has one big demon tattooed over it, but if I look closer, I notice there are also some faded scars as well which all look like they’re in the format of a tally. That’s another question that is going in the “Millie’s questions” box. The early morning sun glistens against his tanned skin, and it’s the first time I’ve seen all his tattoos in the pure light of the day, and boy are they amazing. There’s not a fleck on his flesh that isn’t inked. It was obviously done by someone extremely incredible and talented. Clearing my throat, I make my way to the dining table which sits off the kitchen, in between where the kitchen and the living room meet. The morning sun glares through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It truly is a spectacular home.
I look at Miles, pulling a chair out beside him. “Hey, where exactly are we?” I whisper to him, hoping Raze doesn’t hear.
Miles places his coffee on the table and smiles just as Raze walks into the dining room, leaning on the doorframe with a protein shake in hand. He takes a drink, his eyes remaining on mine, and I fight the urge to run my eyes over his sweaty muscles.
“Where are we?” I question to Raze.
“Las Vegas,” he replies bluntly.
“What?” I whisper, shock evident in my tone. “But where was the base?”
“You think I’m going to fucking tell you that, pet?”
Excuse him? I’m pretty close to letting my lip run free.
“Have a good night?” I change the subject.
His eyes narrow before the edge of his mouth kicks up in a smirk. “Yeah, I did. Didn’t get much sleep though, you?” he hits back smugly.
