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Nathan

When Ro sees me,she runs over and hugs me tight. “I was so scared. There was so much noise.”

“I know, Ro. But you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Has it stopped?”

I lower myself to her level and nod. “And it’s not coming back. I’ll make sure of that.”

She looks at my arm and touches it, her finger retreating with a lick of blood on it, her eyes widening at the sight. “Are you bleeding?”

I hadn’t even realized. “Must’ve been a scrape. Don’t worry about it. I’m not hurt.”

“When can I come out?” she asks.

I pat her on the head. “Soon, Ro, soon. They need to clean up the place first.”

“Clean? Did someone make a mess?”

I laugh. “You could say that, yeah.”

She runs to the play corner Milo installed and pulls out a small broom. “I can sweep!”

“No, no,” I say, holding her back. “This is a mess only grown-ups can clean.”

“Aw …” She pouts. “But I want to help.”

“I know,” I reply, smiling. “Tell you what, I’ll tell them to leave some of the rubble for you to clean up after they finish, okay?”

She grins. “Yes.”

“Good, now go play.” I push her to her play corner. “I’ll bring you some drinks and food in an hour.”

But she’s not listening anymore, so I slowly back out of the room and breathe a sigh of relief. She’s safe, and that’s all that matters.

I walk up the staircase and check out the walls littered with bullets. It’s gonna take a ton of work and money to fix the holes. Fuck. We’re gonna have to beg Kai’s mom again, aren’t we?

Sighing, I walk into my room but stop when I spot Milo standing in the cage.

“What are you doing in here?”

He touches the bars. “I miss this.” He glances at me over his shoulder. “I miss you.”

I close the door behind me and step forward. “You miss me taking my rage out on you?”

He smirks. “How do you know me so well?”

“I can’t,” I say, folding my arms. “And you know why.”

He looks down at the wounds on his body. “It’s nothing. Just a wound.”

“You almost died,” I respond. “I’m not going to touch you and be the reason you actually die.”

“Aw …” he jokes, but he knows as well as I do that I’m serious.

“You know I can’t control myself,” I say.

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