~ MILENA ~
It’s a few hours later, and we’re both trying to think back on our time with Milo but we’re drawing a blank.
“I don’t think it would be with me,” I say, carrying the mugs of coffee over to him. We had snuck down to the kitchen of the King mansion, everyone seems to be asleep but we are keeping our voices down just in case.
“So then what do you think?” he asks me as he slices the cheesecake he had taken from the fridge.
“Well if you two were really as close as you think, maybe he's entrusted that to you; he did tell you to take care of me, right? Maybe he thought you were smart enough to find it?” I point out mockingly.
“That’s possible… but I'm drawing a blank.” He sighs, massaging the back of his neck.
“Long day?” I ask as I walk over to him and slide onto the stool next to him and massage the back of his neck. “Damn your muscles are all tensed up.”
“I'm used to it, I don’t really get a good massage anymore.” He smirks suggestively and I roll my eyes.
“I spoiled you too
