2.14 Baggage (2)

Miles sighed, dropping to sit on the bed beside me. “Okay. We’ll talk about this later.”

I grimaced, not agreeing, but not refusing out loud again. Not with their mom, grandma and others listening in.

Mick helped me up from the bed, and Miles stood with his arms crossed, a deep scowl on his stoic, handsome face. Their mother had already brought me clothes to change into when I woke up in a hospital gown. Leggings and a comfortable cami. As I was sliding shoes on my feet, Nonna had Taylor at the table putting lids on all the food.

“Um, what are you doing with all that, Nonna?” I asked warily.

“Packing it for you to go.”

I sent a panicked look towards Mick and Miles, then mind linked, “Get me out of here fast.”

They exchanged a look, then Mick stooped down, lifting me into his arms and taking off out the door, shoving past Rodger quickly with Miles right behind. My arm bumped into Rodger’s as we went past, and this surge of energy traveled between us. It made me gasp, and in the sp