“Yeah, baby,” he replied, moving from the living room into the foyer to the stairs. Gently, he lifted her away from the table, then up in his arms. He moved around the room, shutting off lights, before he moved to his girl. Unsurprisingly, he found her where he knew she’d be but he found her slumped over, cheek to a notepad, books open everywhere, dead asleep. When she did late nights like that, she did them at the dining room table downstairs so any noise she made wouldn’t disturb him. He didn’t find her in the second bedroom, a room she’d set up as a place she could study. Then he threw back the covers, got out of bed, and walked out of their bedroom. He blinked away sleep, looked to Millie’s nightstand and caught the time on her alarm clock. He got back into his truck, his gut roiling, his hands clenching the steering wheel with fury.Īnd as he drove away, High decided the bitch would pay for that too.

Someone had stolen it and stolen High and Millie with it. It was a decent crate, could be used for a lot of shit. He lifted the lid on the Dumpster and saw that it hadn’t been emptied nor had the crate been thrown into it. He wouldn’t allow himself to believe he went back for a different reason.īut when he got to the Dumpster and got out of his truck, he saw the crate was gone. He told himself he needed every bit of ammunition he could get in this war and that crate was full of ammunition. Later that night, when High had switched out his bike for his truck, he went back to Millie’s. So he couldn’t stop the nagging at the edge of his mind that Millie hadn’t cut him out but instead he’d lost her and he hadn’t only done it back then but he’d done it again now. And High slammed out of her office thinking precisely that.Īnd he’d walked through her house and he’d seen how she’d changed, how she lived like a ghost, how she was nothing like the woman he thought he knew her to be.

Walk Through Fire by Kristen Ashley