I pressed my lips together, my eyes meeting Miles’s. I knew Alpha Dario’s reasons for treating Mick the way he has because Miles told me, but Mick is still unaware.
“Oh, and the guards told me that the witch sisters of your Rodger arrived last night.” Miles was quick to change the subject.
“Driana and Paulina?” I grinned excitedly. “They helped me escape. I’d love to go see them.”
“They asked to see you too. I thought we could stop by after dinner.”
“Or we can just skip the dinner and see them instead,” Mick offered.
“Sure,” Miles shrugged absentmindedly, distracted as I rubbed sudsy soap all over my breasts. “You be the one to tell Nonna we can’t make it.”
Mick grumbled something under his breath, obviously not willing to face off with his Nonna.
I giggled, biting my lip as I watched Miles turn all his attention on me. He hesitantly lifted a hand, palm out, and after an encouraging nod from me, he grabbed a handful of my breasts, squeezing it gently.
Mick sat back on the counter, cro
