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Inwardly, I wince. I hate that he had to experience that. I slide into bed next to him, and he passes out within minutes.

I sneak out to grab one of my books and then read, snuggled up next to him.

At some point, I hear the front door slam and the truck start up. I get a text from Miles:

Cali’s asleep in the basement. Going out. Be ready when I get back.

I sit up straighter. Be ready? What is he talking about?

I check on Cali, who is indeed asleep, curled up on the couch downstairs. I stand there looking at her. She looks so soft and defenseless.

I’m torn between Ryder and Cali. I can’t just leave her unattended. But Ryder asked me to stay.

Reluctantly, I go back to Ryder’s room, leaving the door cracked to listen for Cali.

There’s no movement for a few hours. Then, I hear Miles return, and I meet him at the front door.

Only it’s not just him. He has a body over his shoulder.

“Miley!”

“Hey, Cyrus.” He shoulders past me and marches inside. “Do me a favor and get the basement door.” I smell sweat and piss. Miles’ eyes are alive with life, and he looks hot, shouldering another full-grown man with ease.

Excitement sinks into me, and I dart forward to assist. “What have you gotten yourself into, Miley?”

“It’s my turn for a hunt. So I’m hunting.”

Holy shit. Delicious excitement rolls through me, and I follow closely. Blood drips behind Miles on his way downstairs. The man must be passed out because he isn’t struggling. He looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t quite see his face.

Miles takes him to the cell, and I follow as close as I can. He heaves the man over his shoulder and onto the cement ground.

The man’s head makes a hollow crack.

“Dude,” I punch Miles on the shoulder. “What a waste, he’s not even awake. Who is it?”

Miles motions inside with disgust.

I soak in the drama he’s treating this with. Miles is pissed. How exciting.

I step over the body and crouch down.

“Well, well, well.” I stand. Disgust runs through me. “If it isn’t Ben.”

Chapter 44

Miles

Ipeek out into the basement. Cali hasn’t stirred. I shut the door to the cell. It’s thick and slightly sound-resistant.

I dragged a gurney in here earlier. Sawyer helps me load Ben onto it, strapping him down. He even looks like a pussy ass bitch with his box died, blond hair and mouth in a permanent pout.

Pure hatred runs through my veins. My body hums with the idea of another hunt. I grab the smelling salts from my pocket and wave them under his nose.

Ben jerks.

I lean over the piece of shit, running my finger down his cheek. “Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.”

He groans.