Chapter 149: Diha

Thursday. MI5 Safe House. Brighton, United Kingdom.

DIHA SMOOTHED HER HAND over the braid hanging over her shoulder. Normally she just braided it and left it, but today she couldn't get it right. This was the third time she'd braided it again, and she still wasn't happy.

Her gaze flicked to the mirror.

She hadn't been able to look at herself without memories from last night assaulting her.

Even now she could picture that moment when Miles had leaned into her and she'd felt him growing hard all over again. She swallowed and fanned her face.

Maybe she should have foregone makeup today, but she hadn't wanted to. Granted, it didn't transform her, but she felt a little bit more prepared to deal with Miles wearing eyeliner and bronzer.

Her.

Deal with him.

That was a joke.

She was in over her head and knew she was in trouble. There was nothing she could do about it.