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Chapter Fifteen - Intimate Stretches and Unspoken Words
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Nyxen sat across from Declan. Just sitting there. Watching him. In his stupid all black outfit with crisp edges and sharp eyes like knives to match. Knee crossed over the other, hands on his free knee.Declan glared at him from his chair, arms crossed tightly and hunching backwards. He didn't have to say anything. He didn't even have to scratch the burn marks on his skin though he damn well wanted to. But he wouldn't give Nyxen the satisfaction of giving in to the stare-off and moving first. Or speaking.Eventually Nyxen broke the silence. "So, what was it this time?""I don't know," Declan retorted. "Isn't it your job to figure it out?""And do something about it." Nyxen looked at him. "You finding out and recognizing is part of that.""Ew." He scratched at a scab, wincing as it stung. Which entirely wasn't fair. Stupid skin."That's one way to phrase it," Nyxen commented, apparently unphased by whatever Declan did. Always. It was infuriating. The man was infuriating. Declan didn't h
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Milo hurried through the halls, heedless of anything else, though he did slow uncertainly as they approached doorways. "Left?" he nodded, not stopping. "Five more," he muttered as he passed Milo. No way was he letting another chance slip by. He reached the door, pounded on it. "Amara!"It was quiet on the other side of the door. He kept pounding as Milo nearly collided with him. "Amara!"Finally, he heard her muffled voice on the other side of the door. "Declan?""Amara!" Milo called as well."Milo?" Amara said, a mixture of confusion and shock."Amara which side of th-""Milo!" Amara interrupted, fury in her voice. "What are you doing here?!""Side of the door!" Milo pressed. "Left or right? Which is open?""Milo you- you get out of here right now," she continued, threatening."He tried to rescue you, Sheeds," Declan panted. "The best we can do for him, and ourselves, is to get out. Together." He grinned at her through the wall even if Amara couldn't hear it. She could probably hear it
