Chapter 102

“Are you going to come here every day?” Armani grumbled, despite the fact that it had been weeks since the last time I’d been at their house. “Only because you’re such a charming host,” I grinned. “I feel so welcomed.” “You are welcomed,” Micah smiled. Armani rolled his eyes. “After spending a day at the beck and call of the elites, seeing you is not very comforting.” “Well, I’m not an elite,” I reminded him. “Not yet, is what you mean,” he sighed, collapsing on the couch beside Micah. His arm was bruised and his palms were all scratched up. “This is none of your business,” he murmured after he saw me looking. He got up and stalked off to his room. “He still hates me.” “He doesn’t hate you,” Micah said softly. “He’s just worried because he doesn’t know if you’ll turn out like the rest of them.” “Micah, you know I’ll never do anything to hurt you and Armani, right?” I was