Chapter

74

- "We're Making Progress."

01

Micajah

Rye:

You know, sometimes, when you're sleeping, you get that creepy feeling that someone's watching you?

You stir awake automatically, feeling somewhat self-conscious and then you open your eyes, only to find your best-friend staring at you with an evil glint in their eyes, which's a tell-tale sign that they were doing that, just to wake you?

I get that feeling that morning.

I slowly open my eyes, feeling shy, knowing damn well that someone's watching me.

I was right.

It's Seneca.

She sitting Indian style in the bed beside me, already showered and ready for the day, wearing her usual ensemble of a top and jeans—the jacket to be thrown over when we go out. Her hair is wet though, a dark

reddish brown