Chapter 73 Chapter

74 - "We're Making Progress." 01 Micajah Rye: You know, sometimes, when you're sleeping, you get that creepy feeling that someone's watching you? You stir awake automatically, feeling somewhat self-conscious and then you open your eyes, only to find your best-friend staring at you with an evil glint in their eyes, which's a tell-tale sign that they were doing that, just to wake you? I get that feeling that morning. I slowly open my eyes, feeling shy, knowing damn well that someone's watching me. I was right. It's Seneca. She sitting Indian style in the bed beside me, already showered and ready for the day, wearing her usual ensemble of a top and jeans—the jacket to be thrown over when we go out. Her hair is wet though, a dark reddish brown color owing to the water still dripping from it. It hangs around her face in friz