Page 76 of Savage Reign

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MILA

I cleanedaway the condensation on the mirror above the bathroom sink, taking in my reflection, from my damp hair to my face, free of makeup, to my pale skin.

It had been an hour since the brothers dropped me off at the motel.

I was a little disappointed they hadn’t invited themselves in to stay the night…

Okay, I was a lot disappointed.

Considering they never had any problem crossing my boundaries and pushing themselves in places they weren’t invited to, they now decided to wait for me to ask?

And I would have asked, only the longer I looked at them, the more I lost my nerve, and I didn’t know why that was.

It wasn’t like I had any reason to be shy with them, considering all the things we had done. Perhaps I didn’t ask, not out of shyness, but because I didn’t want to make myself too vulnerable.

Not now, when we were still trying to find our footing, and I needed them to be the ones to take control.

But now, I was regretting it because I was back in the motel room alone and not knowing what to do with myself.

I turned away from the mirror and walked back out to the room, pulling on some sleep clothes. Killian left his clothes behind, so I took his shirt and one of my panties. I brushed my hair, quickly slathered on some moisturizer, and despite not feeling tired or the fact that my hair was still wet, I turned off the light and climbed into bed.

I twisted and turned for the first half hour, trying to fall asleep. Then I was just staring aimlessly up at the ceiling, thinking about all sorts of nonsense. I was feeling too wired.

I wished I could just sleep and not have to think anymore.

It was probably about two hours before I felt my eyes getting heavy. I blinked once, twice, three times. On the fourth blink, I didn’t open my eyes.

I fell into a fitful sleep, unable to remember whether I had dreamed.

Something woke me up.

I didn’t know what it was, but it was something because I could feel myself being pulled away from my subconsciousness.

A shuffling sound, then a shushing sound that sounded like it came from a man.

I frowned.

Was I dreaming?

More shuffling.

No.

I wasn’t dreaming.

Someone was in my room. They were going through my things quietly and didn’t want me to wake up. I swallowed as fear took hold, choking me. Who was in my room?

“Is that everything?” a male voice whispered.

Wait. I know that voice.

“Everything that she needs anyway. The rest can be thrown out,” another familiar voice answered the first one.

What the fuck?

I opened my eyes. The streetlight coming through from the open curtains let in enough light for me to barely make out what was happening. Maverick was standing in front of me, a wicked grin gracing his lips. The light reflected off his face in just the right way, making him look like the boogeyman hiding under my bed.

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