Page 116 of Savage Hearts

He laughed. “You can have access to the feed if you want. I thought it was interesting. She seemed to be enjoying herselflast night. I really thought you would come in and stop her from having any fun.”

I scowled up at him but didn’t say anything.

“I emailed it to you,” was all he said as he walked out of the office, whistling and closing the door gently behind him.

I waited until the door shut behind him before leaning back in the chair to rub my tired eyes.

Fuck.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

I stood up and grabbed my key without another thought, heading out the door. I was going to regret this later on, but that wasn’t going to stop me.

14

MILA

Something wasdifferent about my room.

Only, I couldn’t pinpoint what that was. And if something was different, it meant someone had been in here when I wasn’t.

I spent most of my days in their garden. It felt less like a prison that way, and at least I got some sun.

That was where I had gone after dinner, watching the stars and wondering if I could ever leave this place again. At least until a slight chill picked up and I decided to head back inside.

My heart felt heavy.

And I knew why.

I yearned to leave this house, yet—stupidly—I didn’t want to leave as well. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t constantly peering over my shoulder, afraid an attack might come for me and find me defenseless.

No one was coming for me. And there were guards on the property everywhere.

I ignored most of the guards patrolling around.

They weren’t here for my protection, but they were better than my father’s men.

They weren’t rowdy, and they were mostly silent, leaving me alone. As long as I stayed on the property, that was.

And when Silas or Maverick came to see me…

It wasn’t disgust or fear, but instead, a small tinge of happiness and excitement and even arousal.

Yesterday had been something else altogether.

The elusive second brother had finally made his appearance, and his presence was so much more profound than I remembered from the very few times I had seen him. Sometimes at night, when I thought of him, of that kiss, it felt like an intangible dream.

So much so that I’d almost convinced myself I had made the entire thing up in my head.

But last night when he came to me… I took a deep breath. He didn’t feel like a dream then. He seemed to suck up all the energy in the room simply by being in it, and I didn't know what to do with him there.

But when he asked me to touch myself again while he watched…

I should have fought him.

I hadn’t.

And now that I wasn’t under his influence, under his intense gaze… I didn’t know how to reason with myself about why I didn’t.

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