Aria
I wake up a few hours after falling asleep in Sebastian’s arms. He doesn’t sleep much, so I’m not surprised to see him awake and looking at me. “Hi,” he says quietly before kissing me softly.
“Hi,” I say back as soon as I can breathe again. I know if I stay here, we’ll go for another round, and while that’s not the worst thing in the world I can think of to do, I want more than anything else to go back to my room right now. I have some unfinished business there. Although, I know there’s a good chance Mim might be with Dez, I need to speak to her.
I start to get up, but Sebastian keeps his arm around me. “Where are you going, baby?”
“I need to go back to my room, at l
AriaI am planning to bide my time, to let days go by, even weeks, without me doing anything at all suspicious. I want to go downstairs and comb through offices, but I don’t. Instead, I go back to my regular job, cleaning Sebastian’s room, and only going downstairs for meals if I have to. When I do, I get snickers from the other girls but ignore them. Mim tells a couple of them where they can go, and I try not to laugh.A few days after the conversation I had with Mim, where I sort of forgive her, I’m cleaning Sebastian’s bathroom, thinking about how she’s been awfully nice to me recently. I look down at my mom’s ring and wonder why Mim was so interested in it. Maybe she was just being polite.It’s easy for me to get lost in thoughts of M
AriaThe urge to sneak downstairs and start digging through desk drawers in offices is killing me, but I continue to put it off, not letting my impatience get the better of me. I spend most of my days in Sebastian’s room, cleaning, and most of my nights in Sebastian’s room, making it dirty again. Most of the time, though, he has to leave before I even fall asleep because the rogues are still out there, and he and Dez, along with their team of Omegas, have made it a priority to catch these bastards and figure out what they are doing.I am nearly asleep on his chest when his cell phone rings. Since it’s on the nightstand on the other side of the bed, he has to pull away from me to get it. I reluctantly move back to my pillow. “Sorry, baby,” he says as he stretches to get it. “Hello?”
A couple of days after the situation with Mim, I am in Sebastian’s room, finishing up my cleaning for the day when he comes into the room with a huge smile on his face. I turn and stare at him, not sure what’s going on. “Hi,” I say, though there is definitely a question in my tone.“Hi,” he replies, grinning at me as he approaches. “I have something for you.”My eyebrows arch as I try to figure out what it might be. He is good about bringing me things--a favorite meal, a new pair of earrings, a flower he found outside that was the perfect shade of red to match my hair…. But his hands are empty this time, so I have to ask, “What’s that?”He digs into his pocket and pulls out a small plastic bag. “Guess what Grip was able to track down?&rdq
Aria“What are you doing?”Mim’s voice cuts through the darkness and makes my heart leap out of my chest. At first, I wasn’t sure who it was sitting in the dark, but as soon as I hear her speak, I know who it is, and even though it takes me a second to recover, I’m still a little nervous. She doesn’t sound exactly friendly.I flip the lightswitch on and try to stay calm. “Mim, you scared me a little. Why are you sitting there in the dark?”“Sorry,” she says, but she doesn’t exactly sound sorry. “I was wondering where you were. I mean, I know that the guys are out on a reconnaissance. So… what were you doing?”Her tone i
Sebastian The rogues are getting braver, and I don’t like that. They get closer and closer to the house every time they invade these days. And they don’t care about cameras or anything else that can’t catch them and rip their throats out. Somehow, it seems like they know which direction we are headed and when we will be going that way. We are always able to catch up to them, cut them off, and send them scrambling back out of our territory, but we can never quite catch them. The fact that they have yet to make it to the house is not a deterrent to them; they just keep trying, not after night. It is frustrating, and I would spend all night, every night, out on patrol if it wasn’t for the fact that I want to be with Aria. After my shift is over, I return to the house, to my room, hoping she’s in my bed, but she’s not. I need to see her, s
AriaThings are starting to come to a head. I can feel it. For the next couple of days, Sebastian is busy planning what to do about the rogues, Mim is constantly nagging me to let her go with me to raid offices at night, and I am trying to determine whether or not I have enough evidence to confront Victor Kurts.I don’t think I do. I think I need something else, but I don’t want Mim to come with me. I’m not sure I trust her. I hate to say it, but it’s true. She’s acting so weird. She’s insistent that I come with her, and look in Grip’s office again. Maybe she just can’t believe there’s nothing in there that implicates him, since she doesn’t know there was. I don’t know. I’m not sure what to do about it.I’ve decided
SebastianRunning after the rogues at full speed, I let Flint, my wolf, take over the physical part, but I am still in charge of the mind-link and most of the cognitive activity. It’s sort of odd being in the body of my wolf. When I am in my human form, Flint is there, but rather dormant most of the time. I am almost always cognizant of what is happening while we are on a hunt like this one. The only time I even tune out a little bit is on a long run, like when we got to the city on foot.Now, I am running alongside Dez, and the two rogues that took off from the house are in front of us. I see our other forces coming in from the side. I am almost certain we are going to be able to apprehend these two, as well. Having three is always better than having one because there’s a good chance at least one of them will break. But I&rsq
Aria“What are you talking about?” I ask Mim as she ducks down quickly and snatches up the piece of paper that I’ve dropped. “You did find something in Grip’s desk, didn’t you?”I pull it out of her hand. “How do you know that?” I ask her, tucking the paper back away, praying it stays where I put it this time.“Why else would you be carrying around a piece of paper in your cleavage?” she asks me. “It has to be something you found in there.”“So what?’ I say. “You make it sound like I’m supposed to trust you, when you clearly don’t trust me. There’s no way in hell I’ll trust you after this!” I gesture at the tiny pieces of pa