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“Miles!” Hedda said, but Miles didn’t look away from Storm.
They kept staring at each other, not breaking eye contact.
“She just fucking woke up from being unconscious for days! Leave her be to just rest and wrap her head around everything!” Hedda yelled. “Just give her a day to settle down.”
Storm watched as Miles growled and turned his head toward Hedda. His fingers were still gripping her chin, but she was too stunned to try and get out while he was distracted.
“Don’t you fucking tell me what to do and what not to do.” His voice was deep and serious. “She’s mine and you can’t fucking do anything about it. Got it?”
Storm tried to move her head to look at Hedda, but the grip on her chin kept her head in place.
“Let go,” she whispered.
She didn’t want him touching her anymore. He’d had a hold on her chin for far too long and wasn’t paying any attention to what she was saying or wanted.
He turned back to her.
“No.”
He brought his face closer to hers and she could see the little blood splatters clearer on his face. Most of them were dry, but she could still see a couple that looked like they were damp.
“Now, eat,” he said. “I want all of this gone.”
Miles let go of her chin and she looked down at the food, not feeling hungry anymore. The smell and sight of blood had made her lose her appetite.
She had never seen so much blood in her life and she felt faint from it. What had he done? Was some of the blood his? Or was it all other people? Were there multiple people or was it just one person?
“I’m not hungry,” she whispered, not looking at him.
She knew what he was going to say even before he did.
“No,” he said. “You’re going to eat and if you don’t, there will be consequences.”
Storm didn’t like when he said that. She knew he would follow through on his threats and promises. She couldn’t help but look up at Rogan, who was still in the room. He had said Miles better get her under control.
Rogan stood not far behind Miles with his arms crossed over his chest, a mean look on his face as he stared at her.
She looked back down at her covered bowl of soup and let out a sigh. Apparently, she had been asleep for a couple days and knew she needed to eat something.
Before she could do anything, Miles' blood covered hands pulled the top off her container and set it back down on the tray.
“Eat,” he said, standing back up next to her bed.
Storm tried not to think about his bloodied hands touching her container or the fact she could still smell the scent of blood in the room with him standing so close.
She slowly picked up the spoon and carefully dipped it into the soup before bringing it up to her mouth.
“You’re moving in with me. I already have people getting your stuff from your apartment and moving it into my house.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
STORM
Storm choked on her food when the words settled in her mind. He had what already happening at her house?
A piece of chicken got caught in her throat and she couldn’t dislodge it. Panic set in and her hands flew up to her neck. She didn’t know what to do in a situation like this.
