*Soren*
After sending Payne on another recon mission, I headed back to the hotel. Instead of following Mila directly, I sent him to keep an eye on the bounty hunters.
I made my way to the top floor and headed toward my room. Halfway down the hallway, I paused.
A slender, brunette beauty leaned against my door. She wore a familiar white sundress, her brown hair rippling down her back like a chocolate waterfall.
She had her ankles crossed and leaned against my door casually, but also in a way that made it impossible not to see the perfect shape of her body.
“Rosalie?" I murmured, thinking that maybe I was dreaming again.
The woman turned around and smiled gently, nodding to me.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes at myself. No, it wasn't Rosalie. It never would be.
Instead, Mila stoo
