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She shook her head.
"It's nothing. I thought he might try to badmouth me, since we had that rough morning together the last time I stayed over," she answered as she stood up straight in the doorway. "I should probably head to bed now, though. Your sister tuckered me out with all that walking."
She grabbed the doorknob and started to close it to the amount that it was before she intruded on his room.
"I was going to ask you before you go, I know that the Vultures are after Chance, but what do you have against them?"
Her hand tightened around the doorknob, but she refused to turn around and look at Renly. "My birth father and mother were killed by them after a job. I've been trying to figure out who killed them since."
She continued to walk out of his room and closed the door behind her. She pushed Blaine's door open and slammed it closed. Her bag was thrown on the floor, and she jumped up onto the bed. She laid down at the very back against the wall and buried her face in the plush pillow, not caring if her tears got onto the pillowcase wet.
She fell asleep eventually, but she was awoken again a few hours later, she guessed, when someone opened the door.
She watched through hooded lashes as Blaine came in on the phone, talking in a low, hushed tone before he stood still altogether. The person on the other line kept going on and on even though Blaine didn't answer. She closed her eyes and waited for him to start talking again before she risked peeking again.
He looked like he was limping as he came into his room, but she couldn't be sure. His knuckles on his one hand were wrapped with bandages.
She couldn't pick up a lot of what he was saying on the phone, but she did catch her name once. He hung up the phone soon after that, however. She kept her eyes closed, now that he wasn't as distracted, and she hoped she wasn't caught watching him or listening.
She tried as naturally as she could to turn over and face the wall instead of him. Eventually, she felt the bed dip as Blaine must have sat down or climbed into bed.
"I thought I told you to keep your hair down," she heard him grumble under his breath. She resisted the urge to smile or to lift her hand and pull it out.
The room was silent for a while as Mykie laid awake. She was almost certain that the silence meant he was asleep.
"I don't know why you'd climb into my bed, Viper. You don't have a lot of reason to be here, and just about everyone I know would kill me if they knew I let you stay here," he said quietly. "You've got a powerful enemy. I hope you're more careful in the future, and I don't have to make it a habit to jump in and save you all the time. Can you promise me that?"
She stayed silent.
"Of course. Being safe isn't your style, hmm?" He chuckled lowly.
She felt the bed shift again and she suspected that he was lying down to go to bed. She felt his leg brush up against hers under the blanket and smiled.
He cared, even if it was just a little bit.
MONDAY REVELATIONS
She woke up in a similar fashion as she did the last time she slept in Blaine's bed. This time, it seemed that she was the first one to wake up. She leaned up in bed and looked down at the sleeping figure that she was using as a pillow. He was shirtless, and she was surprised that he even allowed her to say there, as his chest was covered with colored bruises.
She couldn't help but really notice him in that moment. He looked so… peaceful. Like he was escaping his responsibilities for a moment by sleeping. She wondered if she looked just as peaceful when she slept.
His chest on the outside looked like she felt inside at the moment, and she couldn't stop her hand from brushing his hair out of his face. Did he get hurt because of her? Did he get into some trouble for helping her, or was something else going on?
She let her hand move to one of the larger bruises just above his stomach. She couldn't describe the feeling in her chest as her fingers brushed over the bruise, but she didn't like seeing him hurt, especially when she had no explanation for it.
"Are you always this touchy-feely?" he muttered, scaring her into drawing her hand back against her chest.
She looked at him, only to realize that he had opened his eyes sometime after she had moved her hand away from his hair.
"No. I want to make sure you were all right. You look like you were run over by a train," she muttered.
"So, touching my face helped you deduct that?"
She scowled. "I was also going to tell you thank you for yesterday, but since you're being an ass, I'll leave you alone."
She stood up on the bed and walked until she could step off the end.
He sighed and brushed his fingers through the front of his hair. "I didn't mean to be an ass."
