Chapter 64

I had been doing my usual nightly patrol of the packhouse when there had been one hell of a clatter and thud from one of the rooms down the corridor, causing me to go and investigate. There should be nobody in the rooms, so I was on the defensive. But the moment I approached the room I could smell Bailey's smell. What on earth was she doing up and down here at this time of the night? ‘Never mind that you bellend. Is she okay? What was the bang?’ Zion added bluntly, and I realized he likely had a point, so I quickly opened the door. As I glanced around the room, my eyes instantly found her, sitting on the floor. Dressed in her pajamas, and her hair a mane of big brown curls, so different to the tamed straightened hair I had seen her with since she had arrived. As her eyes met mine, she did not seem pleased to see me. And her attitude proved much the same. “Oh it is you!” I said to her, so she realized I had been wondering who the hell had been wandering around the packhouse this fucking