{MIRA}
I did not question why Kenzi had a miniskirt and a halter top, but I did roll my eyes when she handed it to me. It was the next night, and we were running out of time to free Shiloh and leave this side of the mountain.
Tonight was the last night we had to confront the motel manager.
Cindy had woken up to just cry and shiver. Finn and Kai were trying to comfort her and help her heal, which was fine. Amelia and Kenzi were both eager to help me with tonight's errand.
"When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Kenzi complained as she yanked her brush through it. "Sometimes I cannot believe he chose you over me."
"When you go from being a prisoner, to almost dying, to having your mate locked up in jail, you can tell me where haircare falls in your list of priorities," I retorted as I winced. It felt like the damn woman was pulling my hair out of my head.
