Arlo, however, is not amused.
“Don’t make her uncomfortable,” he says. “Or I will personally ensure you regret it.”
Milo’s grin widens.
“Foreplay,” he says with a smug grin.
Octavia’s elbow slams into his side.
He exhales roughly before he turns towards her with an expression full of adoration.
It is… baffling.
Milo Markev is, in every sense, a Bratva heir.
He is terrifying.
Genuinely terrifying.
He enjoys violence way too much, and I’ve seen him more than once flick apinkblade through his fingers while threatening people like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
And for people like us, perhaps it is.
And the grin he wears almost constantly makes him even more scary.
It’s unhinged.
But when it comes to my friend, something in him softens. Or at least whatever softness exists in a man like Milo Markev.
I quickly finish my breakfast and once I’m done, I stand and slip my bag over my shoulder before saying goodbye to everyone.
I have barely taken a few steps away from the table when I hear footsteps beside me.
I look over my shoulder and find Adelaide beside me already smiling.
“Let’s go out tonight.”
“I don’t know…” I hesitate.
“Oh, come on,” she says easily. “I need to go into town anyway, and honestly, it would do you good to get away from the academy for a few hours. Besides, we never spend time together anymore. I barely see you these days.”
I give her a pointed look and she only shrugs.
“The girls?”
“Busy,” she replies a little too quickly, and I instantly know she never actually asked them.
She notices the look on my face.
“Trust me, you don’t want me and Octavia trapped together in a confined space like a car or a bar.”
“You just shared a table.”
“Yes, and the entire time I fought the urge to poison her drink.”
I sigh.
“Stop exaggerating. It’s me, Adelaide. I know whatever this is, is an act.”
