Page 63 of Savage Hearts

Instead, I was standing in Silas’ room, by the foot of his bed, taking in the two people on it.

Silas peeked one eye open.

He didn’t seem surprised to see me standing there. I shouldn’t be shocked that he was awake. Probably had been since the moment I’d opened the front door. After all the shitwe’d been through, my brothers and I were quite adapted to sleeping with one eye open.

“You okay?” he asked softly, so as to not wake the sleeping girl in his arms. Her long blond hair was a messy pile on top of the pillow.

What was it he called her?

Angel.

She looked like it, but especially in the light of dawn.

I didn’t answer his question but instead asked, “Why is she here?”

He shot me a wide smile. “Got her bedsheets wet.”

One of my eyebrows rose in question.

His grin widened. “Not like that. Although… that probably didn’t help.”

I shook my head at the playful note to his voice. My brother might seem like the most easygoing one out of the three of us, but he had his own demons to fight.

He worried too much.

Mostly, he worried something bad might happen to Killian or me. And I had the same worry, of course, but I was the oldest. It was my job to protect them. I hated how Silas sometimes tried to put himself between us and danger.

As if he thought his life was somehow worth less than mine or Killian’s.

“Did you even go to bed?” he asked when I didn’t say anything.

“I’ll go after this.”

“After what? Watching Mila and me sleep? Didn’t know that was your kink, big brother.”

I grinned at him. The three of us were probably closer to each other than other brothers were.

Way more than was the norm.

If there were any hidden kinks I might possibly have, my brothers would have known about them.

“Just checking on our little captive. I had thought she had done something stupid like run away when I didn’t find her in her room.”

“You really think she would?”

I shrugged. Mila was an enigma to me.

So far, her reactions to her situations had been unpredictable and unexpected.

I didn’t even think I’d gotten past the surface to who she really was.

This tiny girl, who was so obviously abused by a father who was supposed to love her, had talked back to me on multiple occasions.

“Why don’t we just have Killian track her?”

I didn’t show any hint of emotion to his suggestion. That would have been a good idea, yet somehow the thought of how she might react should I have Killian put a tracking chip inside her body didn’t?—

It didn’t sit well with me.

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