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I wrap one arm around her shoulders, then bend down and tuck the other one behind her knees, carefully lifting her into the air.

"Let's get you to bed, then."

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Reeve

Lying in bed with my fingers gently running through Trix's hair, I glance at her phone on the nightstand and see it's almost midnight.

When I got her back to the room, I helped her shower, then dressed her in the clothes Milo had set out on my bed before helping her get comfortable.

She told me her dad had come after her, looking for the money I didn't give him. When Trix also refused, he went into a blind rage and charged toward her. Her phone was knocked to the ground, then he started raining punches down on her, spitting hurtful words in her face.

When she started fighting back and told him she'd called me, he ran off, leaving her on the floor, bleeding and hurt.

After we talked, I planned to sleep on the sofa to give her space and to make sure I didn't injure her further, but she insisted I cuddle her.

That's how I wound up half-naked, snuggled beneath a fluffy blanket, with my arms loosely wrapped around her frame.

It took her almost an hour to fall asleep, and if the constant tossing and turning was any indication, she was finding it hard to get into a comfortable position.

The whole time, my body was boiling, my anger simmering beneath my skin.

I never should've gone to Vegas. Instead, I should've stayed home and handled her father when he turned up.

I knew he couldn't be trusted, and I had an inkling he'd come back around. I was just foolish enough to think he'd come after me again, not Trix.

If only I'd paid him. Maybe then he would've left and stayed gone.

A light knock on my bedroom door interrupts my thoughts, and a second later, it creaks open, and Milo's large frame fills the doorway.

"Where the fuck have you been?" I whisper angrily.

"Was busy sorting something out," he says, shrugging. "Get dressed and meet me down in the basement."

Frowning at his retreating figure, I glance down at the woman in my arms, who's sleeping soundly.

I don't want to leave her, but Milo wouldn't pull me away unless it was important. With that, I'm carefully slipping out of bed and slinging on a T-shirt before grabbing a pair of shoes.

Making my way down the stairs, I stop in the hallway when Mouse's bedroom door opens.

He glances down the hall, then focuses back on me, swallowing nervously.

"Is she okay?" he asks quietly.

I'm still shocked by the fact that he can talk, but I don't let it show, not wanting to discourage him from finally using his voice.

"She's fine. Sleeping."

His dark brows draw together.

"Where are you going?"

I shrug. "No idea. Milo said he needs me."

He nods, steps out of his room, then locks the door behind him. Side-stepping me, he makes his way up the stairs, likely heading for the living room.

I push open the back door and shiver when the wind whips around me. Milo's standing by the doors to the basement, a lit cigarette between his lips. When he spots me, he grins.