#SummerGirl by Brooks A.M

Author:Brooks, A.M. [Brooks, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.M. Brooks
Published: 2021-08-05T18:30:00+00:00

Silas

“What are you doing?” I grit between my teeth, bending down until I’m level with Reed and where he’s sitting on the porch, his gaze intent on Mila.

He jumps at my voice, before turning to me, looking irritated and pointing to a flesh-colored earbud in his ear.

I give him my best I-don’t-give-a-shit look and lean back.

Reed exhales before pulling the piece out. “Matt asked me to check these to record audio.”

I keep my eyes focused on him, thinking he’ll take the hint and get around to what I was really talking about. Seconds pass and Reed keeps his attention on me. Of course the kid can’t follow along without someone spelling it out, bluntly.

“I don’t give a shit about whatever project Matt has you working on. Why are you fixated on Mila?”

“I’m not.” He shrugs, his brow furrowing. “I’m just watching her.”

“Exactly,” I point at him, “she’s fourteen.”

“So,” he looks to me, “I’m seventeen.”

“Doesn’t matter!” I almost lunge toward him, the urge to actually hit him flashes in my mind.

“What does age have to do with me watching her? You do realize she’s the most vulnerable person here and not because she’s the youngest.” Reed tilts his head, and I pause.

Wait.

What the fuck?

“What are you taking about?” I pull back, taking my dark cloud of bloodlust with me.

“What are you talking about?” He shakes his head, his shaggy brown locks tossing around his shoulders.

“You’re watching Mila because you’re concerned?”

“Should I not be? Just because I’m a target doesn’t mean I’m the most likely to have something happen to me. I can run. I can hide. My face hasn’t been seen in years by the people that killed my parents,” Reed explains, as if his logic makes complete sense and I hate that it does.

We have been so concerned with our targets that I have forgotten up until a few months ago, Mila was one too. Just because we declared her deceased doesn’t mean anyone in Calvin’s camp is buying it. With her being wheelchair bound, Reed is right, she is the most vulnerable to an attack or worse, being taken.

I give him a curt nod, and he turns away, placing his earbud back in. I hear him scoff lightly but choose to ignore it. For now. Reed may have given me something to think about, but I still can’t shake the creepy feeling of any altercation with him. I don’t know if it’s his lack of emotion to just about everything or the almost lifelessness in his eyes. Either way, I don’t want just him watching Mila. She does need her protection discussed though.

I make my over to where my dad is standing, his arms buried deep in the engine of the Gator.

“What does Matt have Reed working on exactly?” I ask, keeping my voice low and my eyes trained on him.

Dad sighs, wiping the grease off his fingers with a worn rag. “Programming the new earbuds. Matt wants them dispersed for the interviews of Rogue members.”

I shake my head, completely disgusted that things have come this far.

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