Chapter Twenty-six - Milo

BAM. Declan jolted up from his bed and yelped when the door opened and a body was thrown in, then slammed shut. He stared at the viciously swearing body lying on the ground, arms tied together, feet kicking as hard as he was swearing. Milo. Declan swore softly and lay back down on his bed, trying to remain calm. Needless to say, it wasn't working very well. When had Milo showed up? Did they find him? Because of the shopping? No, Lucas wouldn't go that far, not yet. Milo had probably tried breaking in. How had he even found the place? Ugh.

Milo continued struggling and kicking out at the door, finally kicking it hard enough to kick himself away and turn. Suddenly the swearing stopped and it was quiet. Eventually, one more, surprisingly soft yet still vehement swear came out.

Serenius. He did something to whatever was around Milo's wrist. Declan sat up and swung his feet over so they touched the carpeted floor, odd; Europeans didn't often have an entire floor carpeted. "Do your bonds s