15
Micah
I stepped into the apartment and my personal reception was waiting for me. I was getting used to it. This time, though, Ceris’s and Levi’s expressions were harder, madder.
“What happened?” I asked.
“You tell us,” Ceris said. Her face was mad, her body language was tense, but her voice was calm. Too calm. A bad sign.
“Tell you what?”
“Where were you, Mitrus?” Levi asked.
I clenched my jaw. What now? They would control my every move? I wouldn’t tell them where I had been. Being in the underworld with Morgan was my one solace, my one place of peace, where I could relax and be myself and not worrying about disappointing anyone. They wouldn’t take that away from me.
“It’s none of your business,” I snapped.
“I think it is,” Ceris said, her tone cracking a little. “We just talke
