"You should sleep with Mix, then", Anya said to Earth casually as she picks up her empty plate to place it on the kitchen counter.
Mix almost choked on his water.
"You okay with that, Your Highness?" Win asked Mix with a mischievous smirk. He obviously didn't miss Mix's reaction to Anya's suggestion and he can't help but tease his friend.
"As big as this penthouse is, it only has 4 rooms - one for Anya, two for each of the married couples, and one for you, Your Highness. P'Bai and I can take the couch." Win continued.
Mix wanted to strangle his friend.
"I'll stay outside, Your Highness. I would need to be in the lookout." Earth said, not wanting to make Mix uncomfortable. He also held Mix plate and waited for the Prince to nod before he picked it up to wash it.
"You've been up since dawn, Earth. The rest of your men are downstairs, guarding all entrances and exits. If you don't sleep, you'll be useless to the Prince in a day or two." Singto said as he followed Anya, carrying his plate and Kit's.
It hasn't been long since Earth met Singto but he already knows that this brave and straightforward guy would call out anybody, soldier or not, on their bullshit.
"Agreed. We all know this is just the beginning. If we want to keep going, we need to take good care of ourselves." Off said, chewing the last bit of his dinner. Anya had food delivered as soon as Earth, Mix and Singto arrived at her penthouse. Everybody was tired and anxious, but none of them could sleep on empty stomach.
Just then, Gun, who was sitting on Off's lap because there weren't enough chairs in the dining table to accommodate all nine of them, looked up from his phone.
"I've made arrangements for our beach house, Anya. You think you could get lend us a private plane or something? We should fly out as early as possible." Gun said.
"Hmmm..my brothers are on business trips at the moment so none of the planes are available. I could maybe fly some of us out using the chopper."
Gun nodded. "Maybe we shouldn't go there all at once too. Let's just go there by group, with one or two day intervals in between. People are gonna notice if we go missing all at the same time."
Anya nodded, agreeing to Gun's plan. "We'll try to move around as much as we can, act as normal as we can, until Tay and New find something we can use."
"Baby, did you ask the caretakers to stock on food and extra clothes too?" Off reminded Gun, suddenly remembering that it's been a while since they visited their vacation house so it would probably need more than a simple cleaning.
"Oh yeah, Papii, I forgot about the clothes. I'll have someone bring stuff there so Mix and the guards could use it. They asked me how long we're staying, though?"
Gun's question was left hanging in the air.
Nobody really knows how long this would last.
*****
Mix couldn't sleep.The Prince could feel tiredness all over his body but his mind is too anxious to sleep.
Or maybe the warmth coming off from the man lying beside him in the queen-sized bed is keeping him awake. The stubborn soldier wanted to sleep on the floor but Mix insisted that he should at least rest comfortably.
The Prince always slept alone in a bed to big for him. Now, with Earth's huge frame occupying half of the bed, there's not much space for Mix to keep his distance. Their faces are mere inches apart and Mix could feel Earth's even breathing.
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