One Of Them

Chapter 2

~Ashton~

I can't seem to understand why Ethan would allow an underage girl to join our team. I mean it's two bads in one. Underaged + Female= Weak. And now Ethan wants me to be the 'lucky' one to go retrieve her.

"Hey Ash, how can I be of service?"

"I need my keys, Joe, hand them over." I put my hand out and wiggle my fingers.

Joe laughs, a horrendous sound that comes from his pop-out belly. "I can't give them to you. You already know that."

"Really?" I smirk as I hand him the assignment I just received.

He looks it over. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

"I did. Now can I please have them?"

He drops my ride's key into my outstretched hand. "Good luck."

"Thanks." Luck is exactly what I need.

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~Sabina~

I awake to the irritating alarm clock ringing. Putting my hand out, I feel around for the snooze button. Once I press snooze and the alarm stops blaring, I open my eyes to find myself in Ezra's bed, his arm thrown over me protectively. Shoots, I'm not supposed to be here.

Being as careful as I can not to wake him, I slip out of his comfy bed, and escape for the bathroom where I strip out of my PJs and enter the shower. The warm water revives me as the room fills up with the scent of lavender oil.

Stepping out of the tub, I walk over to the smoked-up mirror. What does Ezra see in me?

Whenever I would complain to my mom about my jet-black hair being as thick as a horse's tail, she would tell me about how I'm lucky to have inherited my father's stunning cat eyes. She would say while stroking that too-thick hair of mine that I'm perfect, that I'm beautiful. And most importantly that I'm strong. Was she being honest?

I gaze at my reflection for another moment before going to get dressed.

Ten minutes later I find Ezra already in the kitchen munching on a slice of toast.

"How are you so quick? I was up before you..."

He shrugs. "I'm a guy. I don't take forty-five-minute showers."

"It wasn't forty-five minutes."

"You keep on telling yourself that," he smirks.

I stride over to the fridge, fling it open, and choose my favorite yogurt. Whipped strawberry topped with oats.

I then slide onto the stool beside Ezra and begin to eat.

"How intense is the training?"

"Intense," Ezra replies as he wipes the crumbs off the counter into his open palm and throws it into the trash can.

I roll my eyes at him. "How helpful."

He ignores me, strolling out of the room to go wake up Mira for school.

As I'm finishing off my yogurt the doorbell rings. Sighing, I go to get it.

"Sabina Katherine Jones, is that you?"

The guy before me is tall, with messy golden waves that fall into jade green eyes. His full lips are curved up on the sides in a smile that looks forced and his chiseled prominent jaw is clenched as if he's annoyed.

"Yeah, it is," I say as I continue to eye him.

"Good. Come with me."

I just stare at him.