Fourteen: The Folder

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A soft buzzing went off in my pocket before I had the chance to turn around. My numb hand managed to fish it out and click the talk button.


"Ella," that was the first time in a week I had heard Carter's voice. "Where are you? I saw you driving away with Zeke." Irritation was clear in his words.

I held my own and allowed my vexation to be heard in my tone. "Carter, I only want answers. I told you what I know and you..." Just walked away. "I'm sorry if you don't agree with this, but I have to do it."

He paused a moment. "If you need me to tell you everything, then fine. I will. Just tell me where you are. I'll come get you."

"It's a little too late for that," I breathed out heavily. "I told you I knew, Carter, and yet you still pretend as if I'm in the dark on all of this. You had your chance to make things clear for me, yet you chose against it." The more I spoke, the more worked up I got. "You out of all people should know why I'm so keen on finding things out."

He paused again and I could hear the soft exhale of a sigh. "I know. I'm sorry. I just... Zeke is dangerous... and Miles. But... Ella, how did you find out?"

I bit into my bottom lip. "We can go over that another time, okay?"

"Where are you? Are you still with Zeke?"


"Who are you with?"

There was a swinging of a door behind me. I refused to turn; I wasn't ready to. My bottom lip was starting to burn from my teeth. "Don't be mad."

"I'm not going to like this."

I let out a heavy sigh. "Miles."

Carter let out another growl. He was starting to say something, although I couldn't hear since I felt my phone being ripped away from my ear. I spun around just in time to see Miles ending the call. He was looking down at me with such a stoic expression that I felt chills run down my spine.

"What are you doing here?"

Instinctively, my arms folded across my chest and my eyes narrowed up at him. "It's nice to see you too."

"You shouldn't be here."

"Is that how you greet all of your guests?" My eyes flickered to the phone he was still holding. "Can I have my phone back?"

"Why? So you can call up your boyfriend and tell him where you are?" He turned around and started walking back towards his cottage.

I trudged after him inside. "My phone!" I whined as I watched him slip it into his back pocket. "That's stealing. And he isn't my boyfriend."

A smirk crept on his lips. "You'll get it back." For a moment, the two of us simply stared at one another. I felt my heart rate slowly pick up; it annoyed me how affected I was under his watch. "Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to tell me why you're here?" He finally spoke.

I cleared my throat. "I need to hear the truth."

"I don't think you could handle the truth, sweetheart."

My heart skipped a beat at his nickname. I internally slapped myself for the stupid reaction. "Try me."

Miles took two lengthy steps in my direction. The warmth from his body blanketed mine immediately but he did not close the distance for us to touch, which I was grateful for. All I had to do was move an inch in his direction for our skins to brush.

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