His negative spin on Serenity makes my blood boil, but logically what he’s saying makes sense.
This doesn’t look good for her.
Chapter Nineteen
Serenity
When Mila and I get inside, we find Rage hooking up the little television we brought over from the trailer. Mila eyes it suspiciously as I clear my throat, surprised he didn’t hear the three of us come in. Peanut sits at my feet, blocking me from moving any closer to Rage.
That’s weird.
“I think she filled the camera roll,” I finally say.
Rage jerks upright. “Shit, I didn’t hear you come in.” He looks Mila over and then directs his attention to me.
I take a step back. “Is everything okay?” I hug Mila a little closer. Something is wrong.
He visibly forces his muscles to relax. “Yeah, no, I’m just trying to get this thing set up for her.” He turns away from us.
“Which is it?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“Yes or no? Is everything okay or is it not?”
He hesitates before replying that all is well. He’s lying to me.
“I’m just going to get Mila cleaned up and then try to get her down for a nap. She seems a bit sleepy.”
“Sounds good.” He stops me before I walk out of the room. “There’s a family picnic over at the Trough tonight. I think it would be good for Mila to get to know everyone.”
I notice he doesn’t include me in that statement. I don’t know why it bothers me so much. “That’s a good idea. She needs to get familiar with the club.”
As I’m brushing Mila’s hair after getting her bath, I stare at the ring on my finger. Something has changed in the short time Mila and I were outside. Wizzard told him something that’s making him doubt my loyalty.
“Read books?” Mila asks.
“Yeah, we can read books. Do you want to pick one out?”
She hops from my lap and then we curl up in her bed together. I force myself to focus on reading, but in the back of my mind I begin to worry. An impending feeling of doom begins to slowly wrap itself around my soul.
When she falls asleep, I can’t bring myself to leave. I run my finger over her brow, watching her in her slumber. I’ve got a terrible feeling that Savage is coming for me.
My gaze bounces over the little girl next to me. If I have to give her up to save her I will, but man is it going to suck. She’s planted a seed of longing in my heart. I want to be a mom. I want to behermom, but something tells me that isn’t possible.
I reluctantly leave her bed and head out to find Rage. I need to face whatever this is head on.
He’s sitting on a bar stool, watching a children’s movie in the kitchen.
“You got it set up,” I say, lowering myself in a chair behind him at the table.
“I did. Did you get Mila to sleep?”
“I did.”
We sit in silence as the movie continues to play, and I stare at his tense back.
“Something is wrong. I can feel it. If you’ve found out Savage is coming for me, I’ll go.”