Chapter 89

MILA

Not long after leaving Tyler, I found myself sitting in a hotel dining room, enjoying the cool breeze coming from an opened window. It was peaceful–until Laura stormed in, dressed head to toe in black tactical gear, dragging a bag that looked like it had bricks inside.

“Excuse me. Sorry,” she muttered, navigating her way to my table with all the grace of a wrecking ball, knocking over chairs and bumping into patrons. I briefly considered pretending I didn’t know her, but she waved enthusiastically at me from halfway across the room.

I sighed. “Dear Goddess.”

She finally reached my table and dropped the bag with a thud so loud it could’ve woken the dead. Every head in the room turned to stare.

“What the hell, Laura?” I hissed, trying to ignore the curious stares from the other patrons. “I told you not to come. And what are you wearing? Take that off before someone calls security.”

Laura tugged at the straps of her night-vision goggles and yanked off her skull cap, her hair springi