The female soldier led me forward, her steps crisp and professional. I noticed Mary and Veronica assigned homes to everyone, their names scrolling across a tablet in the soldier's hands. Without a word, I plucked the device from her grip, dismissing her with a cold glance. "Go do your job."
My fingers traced the screen, searching—until I found it. Ada and Ruth's assigned house.
"You can go," I said, my voice dismissive, my eyes locked on the screen. "Back to your duties."
She nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly as she turned and walked away, her ass swaying just enough to catch my eye before the door clicked shut.
I tapped the tablet, my fingers tracing the list until I found Ada and Ruth's room. Room 17. Second floor.
Perfect.
I pushed the door open without knocking, my gaze sweeping over the room—luxurious, modern, a stark contrast to the primitive life they'd left behind.
