"Who said anything about normal?" Atlas said lightly. "I just said we can't hide away, that's all."
"Watch your mouth," Frost told him. "Normal is a dirty word, don't you know?"
Atlas clapped him on the shoulder. "Sorry, bro. I'll watch myself from now on."
For now, we watched ourselves, stepping out carefully to join the others.
Storm tossed Milly into the back of his SUV, where she landed with a bounce and short cry of protest.
"Sorry not sorry," he said before he closed the hatch to lock her in.
She looked suitably miserable. She should thank her lucky stars she wasn't dead.
Yet.
We all squeezed into the rest of the vehicle and fell silent as we made our way to Ice's place.
Chapter Thirteen
Chelsea
The doorto the workroom was slightly ajar when we arrived. Storm, once again, carried Milly over his shoulder. She'd tried to leap out of the back of the SUV when he opened it, but he grabbed her before her feet hit the ground.
If he hadn't, the others were arrayed around behind him, ready for her to try exactly that. He tossed her like a sack of potatoes and marched with her sulking, but firmly held in place.
When Ramsey pushed open the door and led us inside, my brother wasn't alone.
He stood beside his worktable, a chair pulled up to it. A man sat in the chair, one arm chained above his head. His opposite hand was on a laptop keyboard. He looked exhausted and scared.
I wrinkled my nose at the tang of blood.
"Whose choice is it?" Ice asked, his tone sweetly venomous. He leaned over the man, looking him right in the face.
The man whispered something.
"Say it again," Ice insisted. "We have visitors and they didn't hear." He gripped the top of the man's head and turned his face towards us.
"Women's," the man said in a whimper. "It's women's choice. Everything, always. It’s their bodies."
"Exactly." Ice patted him on the head like he was a dog. "Be a good boy and tell your followers what you tried to do."
With his one free hand, the man frantically tapped at his keyboard.
Ice turned to us and grinned. "Sometimes I indulge in side projects. Only ones that are deserved."
I had some idea who the man was, and he got no sympathy from me.
"That's what happens when you fuck around," Frost said. "Sometimes, you find out."
"Precisely." Ice nodded. "Now, you have someone for me?"
"Do you have to look so happy about it?" I asked.
"Firstly, yes." He counted it off on one finger. "And secondly, yes. I was getting bored with this asshole, and I'm always happy to see all of you. Who do we have here?" He stepped around Storm, bent over and peered up at Milly.
"Millicent Nelson-Thorne, what have I said about ending up here?" He clicked his tongue.
"It wasn't my idea," she said. "Blame these id— People." She had enough sense not to refer to us as idiots in front of my brother. "I was minding my own business. Can I go now?"
