Page 76 of Savage Cravings

Killian pressed the button for the elevator to start again.

I opened my eyes when it moved. His lips were swollen, his savage eyes dark, and his features pulled back into his usual scowl.

“Never do that again,” he said harshly. Only, I didn’t know if he was saying that to me or himself. Did he hate himself a little for giving in to the kiss as easily as I had? I fucking hoped so.

I didn’t respond. Just stared at him. His fists clenched and unclenched by his side.

I jumped when the doors finally opened to the lobby, and Killian walked out of there without a word.

I stayed where I was for a moment, my gaze on his retreating back as I brought a shaky hand up and touched my tender lips.

That was?—

I didn’t even know anymore.

15

MILA

I got backto the motel room in a daze.

What a day.

I let Silas touch me while Maverick watched, then I touched Silas—andenjoyedit—before making out with Killian in the elevator.

I closed the door behind me and looked around the empty, silent room. Giggles bubbled up my throat before it turned into full-blown laughter.

“What theactualfuck?” I asked out loud to the silent room. How could this be my life right now?

I was supposed to just escape from the MC and try to live a normal life. Instead, I found myself as lost as I had been the night I left, only now, there were three new confusions to add to the list.

I pushed away from the door and walked over to the bed, sitting down. Living out of a motel wasn’t a solution. I had more than enough to put down for an apartment, but something about settling down here in New Orleans didn’t feel right, though I couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t like I could go back to Chicago, even if my father was no longer there.

I frowned.

I still didn’t know what happened to Lenny. Was he at the police station? What if he posted bail and came back for me, only now, he was pissed off—more so than he had been at the restaurant?

The thought sapped away any lingering amusement.

I had been too careless for the past couple of days. I should have asked Silas what happened to Lenny. Instead, I let my hormones run the show.

But now that I was back in the motel room alone…

Hell.

I looked around. Perhaps I should just leave.

But the thought of leaving Silas…

It left a bitter flavor in my mouth that tasted a lot like regret.

Was my safety really in question?

If Lenny was coming after me again, he would have by now, wouldn’t he?

I shook my head. I wished I had Silas’ number. Considering all the things we had done, I should have asked him for it.

And now…

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